Funny you should bring this up... my wife accidently bought one-ply this week and put it in the bathroom and I literally hate it! I use even more just to get the right feel, if you know what I mean...
Anyway, I enjoy your blog. You were the inspiration to get me going. I can feel and relate to your roller coaster ride - hang on tight to the rod, or let those hands wave free high above the head!
Well, YEAH, it's a metaphor for life--for how some people DEAL with life, anyway... waiting passively, CHOOSING to stay in a situation they find annoying, preferring to complain instead of being pro-active. I mean, if you don't like using that type of toilet paper, STOP RIGHT NOW; but the kind you do like. Find some other use for this paper (I don't care if you drain bacon on it, put it in the back of the cupboard for emergency use only, or throw it out). But CHOOSING to simply endure to the end is typically Mormon, and typically masoschistic. I don't care if you throw it away, give it away or use it only to clean up fter masturbating. But don't just sit there writing blogs about how you hate it. It's like the guy who complains to his friends that every day he has the same boring lunch, which he hates--peanut butter & jelly--and HE is the one making those sandwhiches, Be pro-active, man. Make your life something you like. And start by buying toliet paper you like. Life is too short.
I was first introduced to blogging by one of my professors during Winter Semester 2004. I didn't really understand it then, and I'm not sure I do today. However, I have learned that a blog can basically be anything you want it to be. With that in mind, I have created this blog as a way to describe my little conflict. Here's my problem: I'm gay and I'm Mormon. If you don't know already, the two don't mix very well. Though very few people will likely ever read this blog, I plan to use it as a way to describe my struggles, figure out my emotions, and work to overcome my problems.
To begin, I was born and raised in Utah. I'm the youngest in my family, and I have to admit that being the youngest is the best. I graduated from Brigham Young University in 2005. I'm currently working a great job in a great area. (How's that for vague?) I don't have any special talents, but I do enjoy singing -- though I don't do it well. I'm also a fan of politics -- conservative. I know, it's ironic that I'm conservative and a homosexual. Anyhow, if you have questions about me, just ask.
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Funny you should bring this up... my wife accidently bought one-ply this week and put it in the bathroom and I literally hate it! I use even more just to get the right feel, if you know what I mean...
Anyway, I enjoy your blog. You were the inspiration to get me going. I can feel and relate to your roller coaster ride - hang on tight to the rod, or let those hands wave free high above the head!
One way to get rid of toilet paper fast is to live with a woman.
Also, you could install a bidet. Never used one. Looking forward to that first time. :)
Well, YEAH, it's a metaphor for life--for how some people DEAL with life, anyway... waiting passively, CHOOSING to stay in a situation they find annoying, preferring to complain instead of being pro-active. I mean, if you don't like using that type of toilet paper, STOP RIGHT NOW; but the kind you do like. Find some other use for this paper (I don't care if you drain bacon on it, put it in the back of the cupboard for emergency use only, or throw it out). But CHOOSING to simply endure to the end is typically Mormon, and typically masoschistic. I don't care if you throw it away, give it away or use it only to clean up fter masturbating. But don't just sit there writing blogs about how you hate it. It's like the guy who complains to his friends that every day he has the same boring lunch, which he hates--peanut butter & jelly--and HE is the one making those sandwhiches, Be pro-active, man. Make your life something you like. And start by buying toliet paper you like. Life is too short.
Even worse than single ply is TP made from recycled content fiber (i.e.: recovered office paper.) That stuff is like sandpaper.
Btw, I agree with Orson.
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