Oct 17, 2025
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Smile through the shellshock! Who smiled first?
Protect Me from Myself From a series where I experimented with multiplicity. How many of me can you see? • #multiplicity #selfies #protectmefrommyself #chopper #morethanmeetstheeye #creativity #photoshop #multiple #splitpersonality #bathroomdrama #psycho #hitchcock #alfredhitchcock
What does NOT go in Any Toilet (email) - really!*
This seems to be a good time to send out the semi annual
What does NOT go in Any Toilet (email)
No cups
No feminine products
No paper
No chewing gum
No cat litter
No condoms
No cosmetics
No band-aids
No diapers
No sandwiches
No cotton balls, or cotton swabs
No paper towels
No fish (Lil ED and Lil Wasabi are not flushable)**
No pens
No stuffed animals
No plastic toys
No balls
No dental floss
No “flushable, but not really” wipes
Etc.
Only toilet paper
Thank you
The MGMT
* Follow up to yesterday
**Sadly Lil ED did get flushed - true and tragic story for another time
A couple months ago I got all wastey-face. What usually happens in that scenario is me coming home and realizing I AM TOO DRUNK. My remedy? Go throw up. Duh, right?
This particular night I waited in the bathroom because I just wasn’t… ready. For comfort, I sat on the toilet, with my pants on (of course). Also included in being wastey-face is the desire to sleep. Immediately. Anywhere.
I have quite a weird set-up of a bathroom (the entire apartment is fucking weird); the wall in front of the toilet is only a foot away. So. I put my head against it and fell right the fuck asleep. FOR A WHILE. Eventually, I woke up, threw up, then wandered to bed. Somehow I managed to change into pajamas.
Just a moment ago I was rubbing my forehead and felt a familiar ache; one that can only be acquired by falling asleep against something… AGAIN??
I partied my little party pants OFF last night. Got home. Wanted to be undrunk, so I parked it in the bathroom. This time on the floor. With my forehead against the seat. Real sanitary.
It was a rough morning. Finally rolled out of bed at 2 in the afternoon. Then got tattooed while HUNGOVER AS ****.
No more wastey-face for a while.