Dwelling on past mistakes, equals the agonizing death of one’s soul.
-Me
oh the irony
:
so im on my way to the bathroom at work to take my daily reading break and colon cleansing. me, always the public bathroom hater, must, i repeat, must wipe the seat down before any of this wonderful action occurs. i have slaughterhouse five in my hand, my current endeavor in the literary department. i put it on top of the TP dispenser so that i may more thoroughly complete my janitorial services. i think to myself, “man that would suck if i dropped my book into the toilet”.
i then proceed to drop my book into the toilet.
i grabbed it with great haste (used the 2 second rule), but the pages were already curling. so i threw it away, scrubbed my hands for a few minutes, did my business, and washed my hands again all the while cursing my stupidity.
i then had to pick up another $14 copy at waldenbooks so i could finish the last 50 pages.
This just brightened up my day. Im gonna tell my kids this story when they grow up
