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My mom came to visit two weekends ago, and it has just now occurred to me why there was a bit of suspicion regarding my bathroom.
As I realized just moments ago, my bathroom has some very strong Secret Boyfriend connotations. I have two toothbrushes. One is blue (my current toothbrush) and the other (my old toothbrush) is pink. But the reason I have two toothbrushes is that I'm absentminded and a klutz and, since my old toothbrush is still functional, it's still there in case I leave my proper toothbrush somewhere or drop it in the toilet. (The reason I have a pink toothbrush is because my old roommate replaced my old, old one after she dropped it in the toilet.)
Then there's the fact that there were two tubes of toothpaste on my sink. But one was new and the other was old and almost gone, so that's not suspicious, right? It just shows that, in a rare moment of preparedness, I managed to buy new toothpaste before I ran out completely. ...It probably didn't help my case that they were two different flavors.
Possibly the most incriminating evidence against me, however (because that wasn't enough?), is my soap situation. I have a habit of buying up random interesting soaps from soap-makers on Etsy, so there are always a few different soaps lying around that I use depending on my mood. Right now I have two sitting on the edge of my shower. One is green and innocent and kind of citrus-y. But the other is black, menacing and is... very clearly meant for men. It's bergamot and sweet tobacco and it smells like, well, Earl Grey and unsmoked pipes. I think of it as a Victorian Gentleman soap but I mean, seriously, no one smells me between when I take a shower and when I go to work the next morning, so as far as I'm concerned it doesn't matter if I smell a little bit like I stumbled through a room full of outdated manliness. I like the smell (take that gender normativity). It also mixes nicely with my sandalwood-and-necco-wafer (that's the impression it gives, at least) perfume, which is girly, even if it is on the earthy end of the spectrum.
... It's either that, or I have a Secret Boyfriend I don't know about. I mean, that extra toothbrush is pretty incriminating. If he likes smelling vaguely Victorian, though, I'd probably like to meet him.
In other news, for a variety of other reasons, it is probably also time for me to clean my apartment.
As I realized just moments ago, my bathroom has some very strong Secret Boyfriend connotations. I have two toothbrushes. One is blue (my current toothbrush) and the other (my old toothbrush) is pink. But the reason I have two toothbrushes is that I'm absentminded and a klutz and, since my old toothbrush is still functional, it's still there in case I leave my proper toothbrush somewhere or drop it in the toilet. (The reason I have a pink toothbrush is because my old roommate replaced my old, old one after she dropped it in the toilet.)
Then there's the fact that there were two tubes of toothpaste on my sink. But one was new and the other was old and almost gone, so that's not suspicious, right? It just shows that, in a rare moment of preparedness, I managed to buy new toothpaste before I ran out completely. ...It probably didn't help my case that they were two different flavors.
Possibly the most incriminating evidence against me, however (because that wasn't enough?), is my soap situation. I have a habit of buying up random interesting soaps from soap-makers on Etsy, so there are always a few different soaps lying around that I use depending on my mood. Right now I have two sitting on the edge of my shower. One is green and innocent and kind of citrus-y. But the other is black, menacing and is... very clearly meant for men. It's bergamot and sweet tobacco and it smells like, well, Earl Grey and unsmoked pipes. I think of it as a Victorian Gentleman soap but I mean, seriously, no one smells me between when I take a shower and when I go to work the next morning, so as far as I'm concerned it doesn't matter if I smell a little bit like I stumbled through a room full of outdated manliness. I like the smell (take that gender normativity). It also mixes nicely with my sandalwood-and-necco-wafer (that's the impression it gives, at least) perfume, which is girly, even if it is on the earthy end of the spectrum.
... It's either that, or I have a Secret Boyfriend I don't know about. I mean, that extra toothbrush is pretty incriminating. If he likes smelling vaguely Victorian, though, I'd probably like to meet him.
In other news, for a variety of other reasons, it is probably also time for me to clean my apartment.
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Seriously, though, a pink and blue toothbrush? You may as well have left the seat up on the toilet...
ETA: OH, YOU'RE LISTENING TO THE NATIONAL! DO YOU LIKE THEM YET???
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Next time, I'm going to put the toilet seat up after she goes to bed and see what happens.
I'm trying to like The National. I've been marginally more successful, but it's mostly because I'm listening through Pitchfork's Top 100 Tracks of 2010 and they're an oasis of good in a nearly infinite quagmire of off-kilter rap, aimless electronica, shoegazy noise-pop, and top-40 with pretensions to the indie ethos. (I just got excited because something sounded promising, but it turned out to be Spoon, and I'm already well aware of Spoon.)
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Oh, and if you've been listening to a lot of Sigur Ros lately I should also recommend Jonsi's solo album Go if you haven't heard it already. I haven't quite gotten into it myself, but it's like happy, hyperactive Sigur Ros with most of the pretty still intact. (-:
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