Luckily, I was just in there to wash my hands before eating, but rest assured of one thing: If I'd had to make the moral decision between grossing myself out or following the edict of a fast food establishment, I would have flushed the toilet paper. If they have sewage problems, they should get a plumber out or install a bidet. And if this is the problem that comes of their food, I will not be frequenting my local Great American Steak & Potato Co. again during my lunch hour, no matter how busy Sharky's is.
Onto more pressing news...
On Friday, I had a pleasant reunion with someone I went to the high school seminary with. For those of you who remember, this was not the dirty birdy who tried to booty call me this past September after reconnection on MySpace. No, this was simply someone who I hadn't seen in about 12 years and who had fond memories of me as I did him. We got together for tea (he's on a juice fast) and remembered old times while catching up on what's happened since high school. He came out some time ago (something that surprised even my GaydarTM) and is a choir director for his local church. It was nice to reconnect with someone from the past who isn't a total freak and who I can see myself hanging out with again. Seeing as how nobody I know was sent by their parents to the baby priest academy, it was more than a little gratifying to discuss the experience in hindsight with someone who went through it as well. He was a little more chaste than I was in the environment (No backstage area, bathroom stall or storage closet is safe while I was in attendance.) But living away from home at 14 and dealing with sexuality and bad food on top of the usual things like acne and failing Algebra is a unique ball of wax. It's good to have someone around with a frame of reference.
On Saturday, I hung out with my girlfriend and her mom (plus her tres cool aunt) and upon returning home, Mr. McBoingBoing came over and we sat around and had some conversation and a few bottles of wine. Honestly, sitting around and talking seems like the best thing ever lately.
And last night I fell asleep at 10:30pm and didn't wake up until 8:30am this morning (don't worry - I didn't have to be at work until 9am). Being an adult sneaks up on you, I tells ya. At least that means, I'll be done with zits soon, right?
-J.
This post was sponsored by the Flush It, Dammit! Committee.
1 comment:
Sorry baby, according to the Proactive advert, if you had acne as a teen you will most likely sport the spots as an adult. Why just ask P.Diddy, Jessica Simpson, and Vanessa "if you have one pimple you have acne" Williams about their experiences with acne.
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