Last night, my friends were saying how all their boyfriends have a whole library in the bathroom. In fact, that's why one of them got a magazine rack for the bathroom because newspapers were strewn all over the floor. They all think it's weird to read in the bathroom, and some thought it was gross because of the spray from the flush.

"There is fecal matter all over the place!" BWAHAHAHA

I didn't say anything...because I keep magazines in the bathroom. Not that I sit there for hours reading. Magazines are good because the articles and columns are short. I don't need much time on the can!

Speaking of libraries, Book Guy bores me to tears with all his book talk. I am not a voracious reader any more (I used to read a book or two a day like 15- 20 years ago...and then I got into text books). I don't know why he keeps talking to me about books. It's nice that he asks me for my opinions, but often I just don't have any. "Have you read.. ?" "No." "Have you read.. ?" "No." "Have you read.. ?" "No."

In fact, he makes conversation with me too often. I'm just not interested!

And now for work, I have to dig up all my proof of post-secondary education. Aside from the usual degree and diplomas, I am not sure what else I need to include. I've taken soooo many courses that even work has paid for. Ugh. How ironic that just a couple of days ago, I was hoping I would never have to dig up all my certificates of completion for my writing courses. That's what I get for putting off organising my stuff. *eyes roll*