My roommate bought a pack of 24 rolls of toilet paper yesterday, in addition to the half dozen we already had, and stored all of them in the bathroom. And just let me tell you, there’s something incredibly calming and reassuring about looking next to you while you’re on the toilet and seeing 30 rolls of toilet paper sitting there. You get a feeling like, no matter how bad shit gets in there, you’re always going to make it out okay in the end.
today in math class, I didn’t understand the work so I started doing this to pass the time (and also to make it look like I was doing something). my intent was to fill up the whole paper, but before I finished my math teacher came behind me, took my pencil, and wrote the bottom.