January 12, 1999.

Embarassing moments in my life part 452:

This morning I found myself in the bathtub with no wash cloth. No problem, I thought - I'll just use my roommate's sponge to get my shoulders wet. All was going well when the top of the sponge suddenly came off, and one of the batteries fell into the water.

Did I mention that it was a vibrating sponge? No?

Visions of electrocution danced in my head, and I hastily fished out the battery & tossed the sponge out the side. But now what? This is a potentially dangerous situation...my roommate could get seriously shocked if it happens again. I began to feel resentment at the cheap ass sponge makers...this is supposed to go in water, for god's sake. How dare they turn out a vibrating sponge without a fiddly battery top?!

But far greater than this was my anxiety about telling my roommate. How could I convince her that I was merely using the vibrating sponge for washing, and not dark, battery-fueled masturbatory acts? But she thought it was funny. Thank God.

The Boy had some rather interesting news for me when I got in this afternoon. (I'd gone to see Elizabeth with my mother...beautiful costumes, and the heretic burning scenes are overwhelmingly shocking, but not a great movie overall.) He's been looking for a place to live after his mom gets married in the spring, and much of our conversation over the last month & a half has concerned the suitability of one roommate or another etc. Pixie Stix got in touch with him & suggested that he move in with her and Q when they shake the confines of their bachelor pad...which is a really exciting possibility overall.

I mean, there are a lot of mutual friends, they'll only need 2 bedrooms, and they can always call Mom to arbitrate disputes.

"She loves me best!"

I think it'll be a riot. I can't wait to make myself a fixture on the couch.