The love of my life

I swear on my life, I have found the love of my life.
Now, I know...I'm only 17(ish. 26 days left, I might as well be 17). Anywho. I was telling you about the love of my life. And many of you may be surprised at what I'm about to tell you, because there are multiple boys that I've talked about that you probably expect it to be.

I love toilets.

Yup. I finally said it in plain English.
And for good measure I'll say it in a few other languages:

Amo servizi igienici.
J'aime les toilettes.
Ich liebe Toiletten.


Now stop laughing/fuming/crying/eating to listen to my reasons for being so terribly in love.

Have you ever been stuck in a car hours on end and had an INCREDIBLY full bladder? It happens to me all the time. On top of that, I drink a lot of water and I'm beginning to suspect that I have a tiny bladder. So my trips to the bathroom are very frequent, and I almost always have to pee. Although I prefer toilets I know(in my house, friends houses, etc.), I have been known to have somewhat affectionate feelings the nasty toilets in gas station restrooms, because desperate times call for desperate measures.

You can't blame me for loving toilets so much. You really can't. You all know that, on occasion, you have felt like this, at least a tad.



Also, on a slightly less weird note, I'm finally home from Vegas/DC/Virginia. Which means that I'm going to start that photo challenge. In fact, I start it today. So expect pictures today.