Showing posts with label futility. Show all posts
Showing posts with label futility. Show all posts

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Exercise in futility





So there we are checking out the house... walking around looking in particular at my new bathroom lovingly. The tub.. well, I think I may live in it for about a month.

But then I went to the shower. There are smooth black pebbles beneath my feet and as I lean against the shower wall. This will be relaxing, I think.

Then I sit on the bench in the shower. I look at the Porn King. Look at him suggestively and say, "The bench looks like it is just the right height".

I get a blank look in response.

"Right height for what?"

Can someone explain to me why I fucking bother?