the fountain of menfolk

Be grateful for this post, as I am typing with solely my right hand. My left hand is in a medium-sized square Tupperware* filled with Comet*. I am sure you are completely nonplussed by this (you know, I'm just not sure I can surprise you guys anymore), but just for fun, I'll explain: there are these weird tiny blisters on the side of my hand and the inside of my wrist. They are clear and very small, but extremely itchy and irritating. I typed in a weird Google search about it and read somewhere that sticking your hand in bleach for a bit is helpful, and so, because the Internet NEVER lies, naturally I did it.

So far it burns in an alarming fashion. This may or may not be better than the itching. How long is "a bit"? If my hand falls off, who wants it? It is very well disinfected by this point. Practically good as new.

Anyways, right, back to the Fountain of Menfolk. Today I realized, that aside from my roommates and a few from high school, I have virtually no female friends. Neither of my roommates really do either. This isn't terribly worrisome to me, as girls are really a bit of a pain. But on the other hand, we have quite a number of male friends. The problem is when they all come over at once. Our (quite small and dingy) living room becomes a steaming pot of testosterone, and it can actually get a bit tense.

So I've fondly nicknamed our door The Fountain of Menfolk.**

Why do you read this, again?

By the way, life is good. It's stiflingly hot. I work in an office that may actually be cooler than my refrigerator (which is broken, or at least sucks at being a refrigerator and wishes it were just a box to put stuff in and not necessarily keep that stuff cold. Only if it feels like it.Which is not very often.) My apartment is very small and a little smelly and on the third floor and the furthest possible apartment from the stairs and it has a singular, diminutive AC unit in the corner of the living room, which does nothing to cool the house unless you sit directly in front of it. Which we usually do. I am going to visit my San Diego family in mid-August. School starts in a month. Nothing is new. But same old goodish is better than new bad, right? So I'm calling it good.

Love,
Lizzy

*I realized people in other countries read this and may be confused by those terms. "Tupperware" is...well, it's...hmm. How do you describe Tupperware? It's a brand name of plastic food containers with snap-on lids for storing leftovers in the fridge. There! And "Comet" is a type of powdered disinfectant cleanser made of sodium dicholoro-s-triazinetrione dichloride. Yeah, that didn't help me either. By the way, putting hands in Tupperwares full of Comet is not a typical American pasttime. Don't judge America by me. Please. Ever.

**This should not stop you from coming over, if you're male. It's merely an observation. We like your visits. Like I said, girls are a pain ;)