Lent, Day 4: The day I accidentally went to Facebook.

This is my today. I never went to Starbucks for my iced coffee. Instead I made a burrito, went to a soccer game {in which my only valuable advice was “brush your teeth every night before bed!“} and then went to the mall with Sarah, where I took advantage of a used CD store going out of business.

Then I came home, Hannah and Rach came home, and I am just sitting here clicking through blogs.

One of the blogs had this link on the side:

Naturally, I clicked that. Wouldn’t you?

It opened in a new tab and I watched in horror as Facebook loaded onto my computer.

Turns out I should have LOGGED OUT when Lent started.

Because now I know that I have 22 new notifications, 2 messages and worst of all: 1 friend request. I soaked up all of that information in the .05 seconds it took for the page to load and for me to realize what had happened.

I didn’t check any of it, though. I didn’t read a single status or click to see what any of the notifications were about. Because Facebook itself is not the horror, it is instead its tendency to be a black hole of my LIFE.

But really, what I wanted this post to be about was something a little bit more serious, so keep reading.




Why is it that as a woman, one of the most offensive, vile and disturbing things in the entire world is a toilet seat that has been left up? Today in the car Sarah and I were discussing it, how seeing that gives us some amount of inconvenience and frustration.

Sometimes the lid is left down. and I have to lift the lid before sitting down to go to the bathroom. But that doesn’t make me angry. Not like the toilet seat.
I’ve never realized until today how upset this makes me. Once recently I went into the bathroom at Starbucks after a man. He left the seat up. I was so upset that I am pretty sure I judged his character based on the fact that he left the seat up in a bathroom that girls use as well.

The point can be made about girls sitting on the toilet without realizing the seat is up and falling in. But when do you ever just sit down without taking any notice whatsoever of the toilet? Maybe I’m the only person paranoid that someone will saran wrap the seat or that a spider will be in there waiting to bite my butt, but I never just throw myself onto the toilet and endanger my butt to a spider bite or a splash.

Even not counting that as a real argument, I cannot for the life of me figure out why I feel such a strong, personal reaction to the toilet seat being left up.

Anybody else, or is this a party of 1?

Also, when looking for a picture, I came across this. I’m not about to read it, but someone else should and tell me what it says. 🙂


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