thought of the day: if nauseous in public, i’d rather vomit all over the shiny marble floors of a classy department store, than find a public restroom instead. just the thought of hanging my head into the vile bowl of strangers’ genitalia-past would sink me into a never-ending cycle of disgust and continued regurgitation; and lo! thoughts aren’t even one of the senses i’d be contending with, such as the sights and smells we all can conjure of any public toilet. imagination is powerful indeed.
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