About cleaning toilets, but I feel like I should update, so here it goes.
I spent the entire morning pissed off at the guy I was working with because he kept singing along to Bob Dylan, using only one hand to hold the broom, and just being generally bad at cleaning. Perhaps the most impressive thing about him was the fact that his pants - into which he'd tucked his shirt - were pulled up to incredible heights. I hadn't realized that normal jeans could go halfway up to one's chest, but now I see what wonders a belt can do!
In other news, I got a haircut at a little hole-in-the-wall place in North Cambridge because I'm just that adventurous (translation: cheap). It turned out pretty well, I think.
I spent the entire morning pissed off at the guy I was working with because he kept singing along to Bob Dylan, using only one hand to hold the broom, and just being generally bad at cleaning. Perhaps the most impressive thing about him was the fact that his pants - into which he'd tucked his shirt - were pulled up to incredible heights. I hadn't realized that normal jeans could go halfway up to one's chest, but now I see what wonders a belt can do!
In other news, I got a haircut at a little hole-in-the-wall place in North Cambridge because I'm just that adventurous (translation: cheap). It turned out pretty well, I think.
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