Those with roommates might have been in a similar situation. I have yet to resolve it but once I'm done this post I shall.


So I get back to my place today after 9 long days away. Unpack my stuff, chill out, eat dinner, and now...I'm feeling like I'm going to explode out of my ass. As I feel the pressure building to critical I dash to the bathroom and stop dead in my tracks while staring at the cardboard remains of a once large roll of fluffy, 4-ply brown-eye heaven. Quickly, I check the cabinet above the toilet where the extra rolls are stored...more empty than Erik's soul.

With nothing to wipe with and feeling it's going to need a lot of wiping, I stand straight up, tense up my thigh muscles, and squeeze my cheeks together enough to crack a walnut.

The rush subsided and now I'm going to run to buy some toilet paper...and some booze, I am off tomorrow after all.

 

paper towels, napkins, laundry sheets, coffee filters, tissues?

 

none, none, will not, none, none

 

i like using old magazines and subcription inserts.

 

shower

 

Cut up your old socks.

 

Squirt it out and hop in the shower, followed by whatever laundry items you don't mind parting with (old t-shirts, rags, etc) and more shower.

 

learn to crap without leaving evidence.

 

stick a glass bottle up there.

 

at least you noticed before you released.