babbling idiot
In a nutshell, I talk too much.
No one really cares that my favorite bathroom in the entire UM campus is the one on the first level of the library. No, the fact that the tiles are the prettiest shades of jade and emerald are of no interest to random people in the writing center breakroom. The ambient lighting of the lavatory and the shadows cast on the floors and walls are to be left appreciated only by me. I feel entombed in this room and I like it.
To alleviate the awkward silence and the questioning looks of my audience, I include that this privy is also a designated shelter area in case of tornado. As if that should be the true selling point. It isn't.
I digress...
No one really cares that my favorite bathroom in the entire UM campus is the one on the first level of the library. No, the fact that the tiles are the prettiest shades of jade and emerald are of no interest to random people in the writing center breakroom. The ambient lighting of the lavatory and the shadows cast on the floors and walls are to be left appreciated only by me. I feel entombed in this room and I like it.
To alleviate the awkward silence and the questioning looks of my audience, I include that this privy is also a designated shelter area in case of tornado. As if that should be the true selling point. It isn't.
I digress...