Bathroom fixtures (why i hate them)

all that i'm about to right is stunningly true, or are outrageous lies. i forget.

i and my 2 other sisters share a bathroom. nothing odd about that right? you'd think so until you find out how horribly odd my bathroom is. we've suffered the death of so many toilet ornaments that it's become depressing. first, the cawan used for storing our toothbrushes disappears. not breaks, but vanishes completely. then the towel rack starts acting up. anything heavier than tissue paper and the damn great big metal rod lands on your feet. the shelving, despite being made of stainless steel has somehow collapsed to form a round shape (don't ask me how). the shower head is a personal favourite. we've single-handedly destroyed more shower heads than any other bathroom-user in the house. the latest one leaks somethin awful. being my usual creative self, i followed one of my life's most important motto. nothing is impossible with tape. the shower head now resembles a half-wrapped mummy in fabric tape. the casing broke too, and was again fixed with, yes you guessed it, tape. didn't work.

this post may feel long and useless, and it is long and useless. but the moral of this damn stupid story is, don't let a crumbling, hazardous bathroom stop you from showering at least 16 times a day.

destroyer of toilets,
R.A

P.S- i personally swear to completely destroy the bathroom of the next person who doesn't mention his or her nick-name on their post. writers beware, cos i'm out to get you