"Mice really just eat cooked food"

Been a while since I wrote anything here...
But there are actually some things that I really have been wanting to write!

Like for example...

PUBLIC TOILETS

You know how there is music in the elevators... well not all elevators have music but at least the "better" ones have. The music is there to break the awkward silence that falls upon everyone when people enter this little box where you have to be uncomfortably close to a complete stranger. Even if you are talking to your friend before you enter the elevator you stop talking for the short period of time when you are in the elevator - unless of course you don't have anyone else in the lift. If someone continues their conversation it usually breaks up and the talker seems highly distracted.
Well... the other day I went to once again relieve myself from the earthly fluids that run through my system to one the public toilets in my office. I am working for a very male oriented industry so the female bathrooms usually are quite empty, but for some evil reason there is ALWAYS one person in one of the cubicles doing their thing when I go there...

So, I open the cubicle door and sit down on the toilet and that's when it happens... my mind starts this small panic routine. "What if I fart and the other person hears it?!!!" (number 2 is out of the question in a public toilet if there is someone else in there). And I know that every single woman in the world has these moments in their life, I got proof of that the other day (well unless they are one of those free souls that fart and burp in the public, which I think is not very attractive for a woman).
First of all I have to say that I am very much of a lady in my life and even writing about farts makes me blush a bit.... But anyway, where was I.... I was sitting on the toilet and I heard this girl few cubicles away going through the same routine as I do very often: take paper from the roll, cough, make noises with your handbag and if you are lucky to have a water tap in the cubicle, pretend that you are washing your hands. It can be pretty stressful sometimes, because you really want to just pee and get out of the toilet.

SO, my great thought of the day was that they should really put "elevator music" to the public toilets - it would save so many women from wasting their time in the cubicle holding the pee in so other people don't hear them fart....

Another thing I wanted to write about was

MEN

It's that time of the month again for me that I basically see a man (any man) on the street and I want to rip their clothes off and have sex with them. I know that it might sound a bit harsh but that is what happens to women once a month, it lasts for few days and then it calms down again. Naturally I won't do anything about it since I have a boyfriend but he is not around at the moment and I feel myself getting very frustrated...
So yesterday I was in a tube going home from work and I sat opposite of a guy who had a very short hair, stubble, tanned skin and he was wearing construction workers clothes... So basically he looked like a man with a capital M. Immediately I felt drawn to him and was quite happy that he left the tube after few stops. Then near my home there was a guy lifting boxes to a van and he looked very boyish but very fit at the same time... I speeded up my walking, I just had to get home because my hormones were driving nuts. Well, that got me thinking though... The whole day I work with guys and yet I don't feel the same way around them even though my hormones are having Woodstock in my body, why?
I came to one conclusion, it must be the suits!! Men in my office look more like robots than men, they all wear similar suits and all have neat hair and smell of roses. I think God made men to be men (a bit rough and smelly) and women to be women (pretty and sophisticated) for a reason. I say screw you metro-sexuality I want my men raw with some sweat and stubble on the side ... if I wanted a partner that knows fashion, wears perfumes and spends an hour to do their hair in the morning, I would become lesbian!

One more thing that made me giggle the other day....

NASTY ROOMMATES

I have been living in my current flat for about 4 months now. I have always paid my rent on time, I wash dishes after cooking, I spend less than 20 minutes in the bathroom even when I want to have a hot bath and I turn the volume from my TV down after 10pm, I don't drink much (hardly ever actually), I don't smoke, I don't have pets etc... Basically I am an ideal flat mate for anyone but mine seem to think otherwise.
I live with two guys and I think that they probably just have something against women... or maybe it is just me.
So... I was minding my own business in the kitchen the other day and one of my flat mates (the owner of the house) came to tell me that I should buy 6 pack Tesco toilet rolls because they are cheap and they last longer. I agreed with him and thought that I will go buy some when we are on our last roll, we still had 3. So I go have a shower in the evening that day and see that all the 3 rolls have disappeared and we have no toilet paper in the house... I guess that was his way of saying "when I say go buy toilet paper, it means go buy toilet paper now". I decided to start a toilet paper war against him... I have been buying toilet paper every single time I go to the shop so he can't tell me that I am not buying any (and just to clear things up, I did buy toilet paper before as well, but not the 6 packs).
Well, just as this episode had calmed down I was once again minding my own business in the kitchen when the same guy comes to talk to me and tells me not to leave my food outside of the fridge because it attracts mice from the kitchen window which is usually kept open (yes even when it's freezing cold outside...). The only time I leave food outside of the fridge is when I have just cooked it and it needs to cool down before putting it to the fridge (or at least that's what they taught us to do in shcool). Even then the food is in a neat little container and the pans and pots that I used to cook the food are washed up.
I took that comment to the chin thinking that it was very strange until I started to really think about the absurdness of his comment. We have a big open rubbish bin in the kitchen that sometimes smells so bad that I have to take it out before it is even full and surely that would attract a lot more mice than my little container of cooked food. So later that night I went to the kitchen to make some tea and the guy was sitting in the living room watching TV. I decided to share my little piece of knowledge with him about the rubbish bin and it's just one of those moments that you just should have been there to get the whole comedy value out of the situation. His first argument was "but you don't put food in the bin" which was very easy to counter because everyone puts food in the bin whether they want to or not. His second argument was "the food from the bin doesn't smell as much as the food on the table" which I didn't really say anything to because he was already giving his last argument which will last forever in my quotes that will never die "Mice really just eat cooked food" - I stared at him for a second and tried to not start laughing too hard. I think I just replied something like "Mate, mice eat anything" and walked back to my room hearing him shout "well, we haven't had any mice so far".
I have been looking for a new place to move to but moving is such a pain in the ass and I don't really have any extra money either.

But yes... there are some other things I wanted to write about as well - but those are the main news for the day.