Apartment Discovery #6:

by Davin on Dec.12, 2009, under Whatever

I had to make a post about this. There’s no two ways about it. The single most jarring thing about moving in with a woman (I mean, a woman I’m dating after spending a few years on my own… not like my sister or my mom, like back in the day when I lived at home) is the bathroom. And it’s not like how it’s layed out or anything like that, I could care less… it’s just the sheer magnitude of potions, lotions, creams, smears, rubs and witches’ brews in contrast to my, like, 5 guy essentials (deodorant, toothpaste, contacts, cologne & shaving cream)
I mean, look at this:

wut

That shit is black on top and then goes WHITE ON THE BOTTOM. and all it says is that it’s a “Youth Activating Concentrate“. I am not kidding. For fucks sake! Jen could be a working as a tertiary agent for Torchwood or somehow owed Hellboy a favor and is keeping this freaking thing in my bathroom. I know it. One day I’m going to be getting ready for work and some squad of scary looking dudes are going to pile in from the windows and throw me up against the wall and scream “where is the concentrate?!?!?” and I’m going to have to go “fuck, duuuude, I dunno! god, look at this apartment! does it look like I do anything other than make music and movies?! fuuuuck!

That, or it’s just an anti-wrinkle cream that’s really freaky lookin’ and I don’t have anyone here to bounce my ideas off of and I end up with a wacky idea of post-war supernaturalism.

One of the two, I’m sure.

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