In what has become a normal turn of events (1-3x/month) my building has been without water for the last 12 or so hours. A water-free existence comes with its own special set of circumstances, like deciding when to use your one and only remaining toilet flush, scrounging for forgotten bottles of hand sanitizer, rationing liquid consumption, and (most importantly) finding a way to get clean.
As it stands, I have one shower haven in place, at Jen’s apartment in Beverly Hills. I need more. What if I have a job interview in the Valley? A meeting in Pasadena? A date in Santa Monica? I can’t be dragging myself down to Beverly Hills at the last minute to shower. This is where you come in.
I want to use your shower.
It’s social networking on a micro scale. You let me shower, I give you a six pack or a bottle of inexpensive wine at a later date. It’s like adding me as a Facebook friend, except I get clean and you get alcohol. So it’s actually better than adding me as a Facebook friend.
So let me know if I can make you a shower backup. I’m not creepy (I have references), I have my own towel and bath supplies, and I don’t pee in the shower like a lot of dudes do.
I want to be clean, you don’t want me smelling like I just rolled out of a dumpster. It’s a win-win scenario.
Note: This is mainly geared at the people I’ve actually met (via Tumblr meetups, etc). And for the sake of clarity: I just want a place to shower when my water is out. Not, like, always. Cause that would be really really really weird.
LOL I had to reblog this.
"…I just want a place to shower when my water is out. Not, like, always. Cause that would be really really really weird.” <—— that cracked me up!
That smart people are always going to call other people stupid and beautiful people will always call other people ugly and rich people will always call other people poor, but it really just boils down to the fact that we’re all going to fucking die.
We’re totally all going to die, you guys.
Molls sure knows how to level the playing field AND put a cheery twist on a crappy Hump Day!
I’m sorry, fortune cookie, but “you don’t become a failure until you’re satisfied with being one,” sounds more Tony Robbins than Ancient Chinese Proverb. Fortune cookie FAIL! (Assuming it’s satisfied with being one.)
How many times I gotta tell you people?
You end the fortune with “in bed.”
“You don’t become a failure until you’re satisfied with being one…in bed”