"So Messed Up, I Wantcha Ya To Know..."

so I have been cast aside to the land
of public transportation...not as bad as it seems
although I do have to admit there are some fuckin
crazy people on the bus.

the first day, 6:30 am, bleary eyed and hazy
sitting next to this bag lady who keeps twitching and
repeating things to her self, I am kind of glad I couldn't hear
what she was saying for fear that it might get stuck in
my head and then I would be that guy sitting there
on the bus....er
bus driver says, "Sir, this is the end of the line...."
me sitting there in a ball, glassy eyed
just repeating "answer the telephone...answer the telephone..."

ohh and I also started a new research position downtown
at the northwestern center for medical genetics
really tall building downtown where everyone below looks like ants
and everyone inside dresses like chumps with their suit and ties

I have a confession to make, I cannot stand it when you are taking a shit and the toilet
paper roller (is there an name for this thing?) is really hard to work
with and the roll doesn't spin at all, so every time you get like
one sheet of TP at a time..BULLSHIT!.. you sit there and then
next thing you know a half an hour has passed and you
have 6 half shredded tiny pieces of TP.

I don't know if anyone ever thinks of these things
but my old roommate mike in college, and I used to talk about
this same thing, more from a cheap-ass aspect

the bathroom stalls in the union were the best,
you could take one twill of the TP roll and you could hear
that thing spinning for days. We were a bunch of cheap asses
trying not to waste too much TP so, it was our little guilty pleasure
to go in there and just use up the entire roll with one sitting
for no reason at all.

if you are on the quad and you face the union
it is the bathrooms that are just to the rightside of the
study lounge there with a bunch of leather couches

I have etched some really cheesy grateful dead lyrics
somewhere in stone in the farthest stall to the left
which robby used to write to me when he was there
on his break from classes

old school morse code

did I just dedicate a blog to TP ?

yes
yes I did