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Tuesday, May 4, 2010
I hate you. I hate that your magnets aren't strong enough to keep you in your rightful place in the bathtub, and how you always end up floating up and assaulting me in the shower. I try to battle you with water pressure, but you always sneak back up and wrap your gritty, thin wet plastic around my leg.
One day I'll buy another shower curtain - of a heavier material - and then you'll get yours. —Stop Touching Me