Dear Kiki,
The title pretty much sums up my entire post. It's nine thirty on a Thursday night (ladies night for the young'uns)and here I shit - er rather sit trying to shit while listening to the buzz of overhead florescent lights and the occasional automatic spray of air freshener. Ah, this is the life.
At least I can reach my ass and vagina. ..The count down to operation spray bottle has commenced. 7 months and counting.
