POTTY AND (insert object here).
I was sitting here on the toilet, thinking about what to post. My mind grew tired so here I am, writing about writing on the toilet. I think it’s funny how often I bring my phone, reading material, etc into the good ol’ bathroom. But ever since I have been at home, I have noticed that my 14-year-old sister does the same. Are we really that incapable of just sitting on the toilet without any further distraction? I suppose bringing my mac into the bathroom is the same as my grandfather bringing the paper– but now it’s 2013… and my macbook (sadly) rules a big portion of my life.
Thoughts? I would like to know that my sister and I are not alone here.
The Sun, The Moon, and The Truth 