when venturing away from home

Was just in the city of my birth this weekend. Shitting a lot too. Something odd that I've noticed is that when I'm away from my apartment a lot, I have a greater tendency to look more directly at my shit. Even like curving around and trying to get a peek as it hits the water. At home, I would never do this, but in novel-ly shaped toilets, I often have an urge to see how it all accumulates at the bottom of the bowl.

under lock and key

I was at my parents' house this past week. It's a house that I lived in for ~4 years, and the last long stretch I was there was 2005. It's pretty similar to how it was then but a few things have changed. It's a large house, and there are five bathrooms. Recently, a few of the bathrooms were redone. Curiously, even with that new attention, only one of the bathrooms locks (more correct: latches).

In a large house populated by two people with five bathrooms, I guess the need for locking is low. But when you have nine people staying there, the need goes way up. It just seems like of all the features you'd want in a bathroom, the privacy that a lock/latch provides is really high up there, and easy and cheap to add to boot.

And yet: there's something a little exciting about dumping when you know that someone could walk in. Particularly if you're amongst friends. It's like a little prank to everyone, the dumper and the walker-inner. It didn't happen over the course of the week as far as I know, but it's an interesting wrinkle to the dumping situation.