that awkward stage in a friendship when you’ve talked a few times but you don’t know if you can be an asshole to them yet???
My roommate bought a pack of 24 rolls of toilet paper yesterday, in addition to the half dozen we already had, and stored all of them in the bathroom. And just let me tell you, there’s something incredibly calming and reassuring about looking next to you while you’re on the toilet and seeing 30 rolls of toilet paper sitting there. You get a feeling like, no matter how bad shit gets in there, you’re always going to make it out okay in the end.
I’m in this weird stage where I don’t really like myself, but I don’t really care anymore
Restroom air dryers are a great way to warm your hands before wiping them on your jeans
Every time I think of the black market, I actually imagine a market, with little stalls selling illegal things like nuclear weapons and organs.