Beige DOORS!

So I was walking into a bus last night and the doors closed behind me and suddenly I was briefly transformed into an old old grandpa and my head was vibrating like I was having a seizure, all because I saw this girl (barely a foetus, I will point out) wearing see-through leggings AS PANTS, through which I could actually see her underwear. ALL OF IT!

So anyway, its a brand new day. Lets shield our eyes, for try as we might to NOT judge the wardrobe choices of others, it is only our greatest duty to prevent our eyeballs from shooting straight out of their sockets and injuring passengers on public transport.

I LOVE my new bathroom door, its amazing and beige and awesome! (I have nothing but love for the colour beige) Its been 3 days and I still get excited everytime I go in there. Its also kinda sad because deep down inside, I know what's coming. One day, I'll look upon that toilet door and sigh and think of how excited I used to get about it once upon a time, in younger days. Its like how you'd look at your old superman underwear. Maybe that's how people in relationships look at each other, I dunno. DEAR GOD, maybe that's how parents look at their babies! Okay this analogy has clearly taken a very unexpected tragic turn, I need to stop. I hope I NEVER get tired of my bathroom door. After all, even after all these years, I still get excited when I see hand lotion and a pack of tissue side by side on my study desk. Though maybe not in the same way.