Bathtubs


There's nothing like lounging in someone else's bathtub. You can learn alot about someone just by the kind of washing area they have. Do they use a good kind of soap? Is it in a secluded place or out in the open where everyone can see? Are they hairy? Do they leave puddles on the floor? My friend Zillah has a bathtub next to a wall in his warehouse. Today he had me wait around for him while he was doing business in his office. So I sat around in his bathtub. And right there, next to his lovely cast iron tub was a bottle of Jagermeister, which is some liquor that I took a few sippysippys from. Maybe he won't notice? But it was nice to be in a tub. Contrary to what people think, not all gypsies are dirtystinky. I give Yusuf alot of business, too! Maybe I should build a tub in my own home, but I'm hardly ever there. Whyever did I purchase a home if I'm never there? I guess to hold all this crap I've accumulated!

Today I also went with a small group of people to the Assassin's Tower. Sure, it was fun, but my heart wasn't in it. I met a nice deacon guy who healed me up whenever I got a booboo. This world needs more nice people like that. -=nod self=-

I'm going on a field trip soon! To this place called See-At-Tel. Apparently it's huge and in the future and has lots of things I probably will never understand, but I'm excited. My friend is trying to make me not go, but little does he know that he can't get rid of me. Isn't it good to travel and see places that are new to you? I'll try to take some photographs!

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Zillah said…
Lime, you're more than welcome to play in the bath tub, but Seattle is just not in the cards. Sorry kitten.
8:23 AM
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