#boxproblems

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Form and Formality: positive developments in the wake of the box problems - https://blog.koenigliche-gartenakademie.de/2018/12/01/form-and-formality-positive-developments-in-the-wake-of-the-box-problems/ #kga #königlichegartenakademie #boxproblems #blog #blogger #boxmoth #formandformality #garden #gardendesign #gardening (hier: Königliche Gartenakademie) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bq4VK81Fhxa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1926hs8cyxj4m

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They dude helping unload the 40 trager grills yesterday had it rough...I’m still 😂😂😂 Your welcome! #tragergrills #boxproblems #feelslikeamonday (at Smug Labs) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqut8ztFinE/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1695wymm8gn6d

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Box Blues

Going to the bathroom in my box has become a strategic operation.

There is a cute boy who has moved into the adjoining box.

You might think this an ideal situation. I'm a single woman. From what I can tell, he's a single man.

Things that I know about the cute boy so far include:

1. He works (or at least gets up at 6.45am when I do)

2. His Dad is really friendly (family is so important, etc)

3. He owns a lot of plants, and places these in the dingy common stairwell (he. owns. plants.)

That's it so far, but he's already ticking a lot of my boxes, so to speak.

However, while it seems counter-intuitive, there is such a thing as being too close to a cute boy.

My bathroom shares a wall with his bathroom.

I can hear this cute boy pee (in the toilet, like a gentleman) and spit out his toothpaste (dental hygiene, swoon) and hum in the shower (no Taylor Swift yet... waiting).

This is fine. HOWEVER, the nature of science or whatever tells me that what I can hear, he can hear too.

I don't want him to hear me pee or spit out my toothpaste or hum in the shower. OR WORSE.

So now if I need to pee, I walk into my bathroom and freeze like a dramatic cat. After 20 seconds or so, I usually know whether it's safe, or whether I'll have to quietly creep out of the bathroom to continue watching Utopia or Homeland while crossing my legs and gazing longingly at my toilet.

Possible solutions include: investing in a shower radio, though then I will truly have become my parents; keeping a diary of his bathroom habits so as to train my body to be out of sync with his routine; OR only use the bathroom at work and utilise my kitchen sink for all my dental hygiene needs. I'm leaning towards the latter. Tiny bladder, are you with me?