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[fairy_pistol]

I woke up, prepared for a horrible day. I only had one class, than work. Three hours travel for a 50 minute class. "Three hours which will probably be spent more productivley at home. " Whispered a demonic voice on my shoulder. I was already feeling particularly bad about failing an essay (well i passed but it felt just as bad)so I said sleepily "well, fuck that" and jumped on the internet to discover that the BUSES ARE ON STRIKE! God bless them. So to kill some time, I figured I'd vent a little spleen about uni, in particular the toilets in building ten. I understand that public toilets are not particularly hygienic. I understand that to some that the mere mention of sitting on the seat will bring high pitched screeches of disgust. But for fucks sake, stop squatting over the bloody seats! You will not, repeat not pick up any STD/I unless you shed your underwear, sling one foot into the toilet bowl and hump your way around the edge of the seat. And even then only if someone infected has done the same thing fairly recently. If you still cant bring yourself to have your bare legs touch where someone elses bare legs have rested for a few minutes, here's an idea... line the seat with fucking toilet paper. If your squeamishness comes in the manner of thinking that all kinds of germs probably survived that last flush, and if you sit they just may be floating around waiting for your warm welcoming arse, you may be right. But you know what squatting does? means that your bladder does not get properly emptied, so the urine sits and festers inside you til your next toilet break, when it finally comes out and increases your risk thousand fold of a nice urinary tract infection.

Why do I give a shit (no pun intended) about peoples toilet habits? Because the squatters like to leave the seats encrusted with stale, golden drops of urine, and call me squeamish but I am not prepared to scrape it off.