Was at a homies party last night and like a generous restaurant patron, got mad TIPsy.
But i had an epiphany last night. Almost something i've done for quite some time that just really didn't strike my conscientiousness until.
I took a leak, noticed there was urine driplets throughout the surfaces and crevices of the doniker (cuz mad people were there that night)... and my drunk ass took a paper town, went into the cabinet, attempted to locate some disinfectant or Comet (but found glass cleaner instead) and just started cleaning the toilet.
Now, before you call me all wierd and shiit. Yeah, it's kinda awkward. Usually, i'll just strip out several squares of TP and wipe it... but i almost did a full fledged clean.
I woke up this morning and realized that shiit, i subconsciously do that a lot. At peoples houses.
This is a thing. I've always been a very... courteous cat. Always mindful and considered others.
The only way i could rationale this peculiar behavior is that, people take the time, energy and money out to host shindigs. The least i could do as a friend/guest is help them keep the toilet clean somewhat.
Which is type ironic because i'm not a neat freak, my room messy as hell. Paperwork and bills all over the table, etc. But sans the clutter and misplaced items (could tidy up some shiit)... i have an ocd for keeping things clean though. Does that make sense?
For instance, i ALWAYS scrub the bottom of my shoes after every wear (this is just expensive tennis shoes, not dress kicks or vans/chucks). When i shower, there's a scrubber in there and as i'm shampooing, i'll incorporate that soap onto the stall and scrub away.
In the summer, i wash my car EVERYDAY! (now that it's not sunny and warm all the time, even in The Emerald city's consistent rain, i still wash this bytch 3rst times week).
But going back to the foreign toilet cleaning dilemma. Actually, you know what? i don't even see it as a prollem.
I'ma keep cleaning hosts toilets as long as they keep inviting me over.
Mind you, i'll never tell them. But if i'm the last mothafukka to use that joint and errbody done passed out, left for the thugs in the club or gone home.. my ass gon' do some porcelain polishing (after a slew of shots of course).
Umph.
.
.
But i had an epiphany last night. Almost something i've done for quite some time that just really didn't strike my conscientiousness until.
I took a leak, noticed there was urine driplets throughout the surfaces and crevices of the doniker (cuz mad people were there that night)... and my drunk ass took a paper town, went into the cabinet, attempted to locate some disinfectant or Comet (but found glass cleaner instead) and just started cleaning the toilet.
Now, before you call me all wierd and shiit. Yeah, it's kinda awkward. Usually, i'll just strip out several squares of TP and wipe it... but i almost did a full fledged clean.
I woke up this morning and realized that shiit, i subconsciously do that a lot. At peoples houses.
This is a thing. I've always been a very... courteous cat. Always mindful and considered others.
The only way i could rationale this peculiar behavior is that, people take the time, energy and money out to host shindigs. The least i could do as a friend/guest is help them keep the toilet clean somewhat.
Which is type ironic because i'm not a neat freak, my room messy as hell. Paperwork and bills all over the table, etc. But sans the clutter and misplaced items (could tidy up some shiit)... i have an ocd for keeping things clean though. Does that make sense?
For instance, i ALWAYS scrub the bottom of my shoes after every wear (this is just expensive tennis shoes, not dress kicks or vans/chucks). When i shower, there's a scrubber in there and as i'm shampooing, i'll incorporate that soap onto the stall and scrub away.
In the summer, i wash my car EVERYDAY! (now that it's not sunny and warm all the time, even in The Emerald city's consistent rain, i still wash this bytch 3rst times week).
But going back to the foreign toilet cleaning dilemma. Actually, you know what? i don't even see it as a prollem.
I'ma keep cleaning hosts toilets as long as they keep inviting me over.
Mind you, i'll never tell them. But if i'm the last mothafukka to use that joint and errbody done passed out, left for the thugs in the club or gone home.. my ass gon' do some porcelain polishing (after a slew of shots of course).
Umph.
.
.
/
....
thats TWO weeks in a row in been here on a saturday 
