The Sinking Toilet of Venice

Hello all,

I know living at home must seem like a glamorous care free thing, and....it's not so bad. The only thing I really miss is my alone time(clearly that's not the only thing, but you understand). Every morning after I get dressed in the bathroom after my shower while I'm putting on my socks I have a seat on the toilet lid and put on my socks. It is at this time that I can pretend that I have a place of my own and I collect my thoughts. Yes, wearing my superstore garb and for only about 3 min I think of where I'm going in my life, how I fucked up a lil' here and there; that and how the toilet is sinking into the floor behind it and those stains on the carpet are coming from the cracks beneath it. It's a little gross the more I think about it, but at 7 am I have bigger worries, so I just enjoy the quiet.

More to come I promise, seriously, probably. I'm applying for grad schools and trying to lead a proactive life so inevitably I'll procrastinate and and shoot myself in the foot by wasting time writing on my blog instead of being productive.