Things I Hate: Automatic Flushing Toilets
I hate these things. This primitive technology can drive people out of germophobia. It’s so annoying, just sitting there trying to do my business, when the slightest movement of my body triggers the flushing system, and sends a whoosh of pist (piss, mist) onto my nether regions.
And it doesn’t end there. As I finish and stand to wipe away the disgusting dew, the toilet decides to flush again. I try to finish up but its too late. The flush cycle finished and my crunched up toilet paper is floating translucent int he bowl, spinning.
In frustration I leave, forgetting the monster I just had to deal with. I wash my hands, waiting about a minute for the automatic sink to register my frantic hand gestures. I shake any excess water off my hands and walk over to the end of this treachery. The new automatic blowdryers, with winds up to speeds of a gazillion miles per hour, that morph your hands to look like worms are squirming inside of them.
i fucking hate the world. not really. but it feels good to say.
but ive always considered love and hate two sides of the same coin.
technology is killing us
and here i am just sitting on tumblr
"Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches."
Unknown (via mdmikkelsen)
one day, all we’ll be
is just a memory
in the world’s mind
someday we’ll be fine
maybe you’ll realize
you need to close your eyes
we’re just a memory
day #3 (yesterday, evening)
My dad got home around 5, he knew what had been happening with gordo and I asked to use his phone because mine was broken. Of course no one picked up, as I finished dialing the number tears were already starting to well up. I cried and my dad told me to distract myself somehow, and I told him how I made plans to go to dinner with my friend Nicole.
So I went downtown to meet her, and we went to Ravi’s, my favourite soup & wrap place. Originally I’d suggested dinner on me because I wanted to give myself some encouragement to eat, with a friend, but by the time I was downtown I felt queasy and didn’t want to put anything in my mouth. I ordered food anyways, still trying to encourage myself.
We sat down after we ordered (you order and pay at the front, first) and Nicole checked her phone quickly and gasped, “Look!”
Gordo had accepted her friend request on facebook. He wouldn’t do that for one of my friends if he had abandoned me or whatever… excitedly and wide-eyed I asked if i could check my account and of course she ssaid yes. I had several messages from Gordo, but no time to reply because our food had just arrived. I ate with joy and peace, for the first time in three days.
this horrible feeling i thought i’d been rid of
crawled it’s way back into my life
i tried to avoid it
i tried to destroy it
but the pain cuts through like a knife