the TINY stall screamed my name. i wonder if the lady at the sink heard me sigh, under my breath when i saw the small space the bathroom designers actually expected me squeeze into. no kidding, my ass touched the sides of the blasted stall! but i really had to pee. and so i subjected myself to the indignity of being a fat woman squeezing herself into a skinny woman’s toilet stall. i did the sideways squeeze into the stall. then had to really suck it in to close the door. pulling my pants down, yeah that posed a real challenge. who needs yoga, i’m thinkin’? not me! i scraped my ass on the edge of the toilet paper dispenser. i kept thumping the wall of the stall the adjoins to the only other toilet stall in the bathroom. like some sort of penned up livestock.

i guess you could say i fulfill requirements for weird. of course, trying to emulate that intellectual aire of sophistication that seems to accompany rationalizing everything under the sun, i prefer the word eccentric. it bears less negative connotations, if you ask me. and yeah, y’are askin’ me, coz this here’s mah blog. eccentric. yeah. with a little kink tossed in and some rebellion, too. so … i’se here. i’se arrived. stay tuned …