In the lastest installment, you find us in the bathroom (there's alot to talk about there, just you wait)
So I hop in the shower to wash my hair, because I am all hell bent on 'doing' my hair tonight. Don't get me wrong, I always do something with my hair...I have to, I have short curly hair. You HAVE to do something with it.
Well, tonight I felt like styling it. Which involved borrowing a blowdryer (I know, seriously, a girl that doesn't own a blow dryer? Hate the things...dry my curls out too much. Makes em fuzzy), cracked out the curling iron (Wait a minute, she has a curling iron, but not a blow dyer? I don't know how that happened...I have naturally curly hair.)
Anyway, I am getting ready to hop in the shower...(i.e. getting nekkid) and I go to plug in the curling iron...looking for the outlet that I have never needed...
THERE ISN'T ONE!
What the hell? No outlet in the bathroom?!?!?! WHO DOES THAT? I have five outlets in the bedroom...
So I have a trail of extention cords through the bedroom so I can do my hair in the bathroom.
I hate this apartment.
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That might be against code...
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