I need something to blog about in order to get caught up on that postaday2011 thing, so I was thinking that I’d re-write an old story that I once blogged about on Myspace several years ago. It’s embarassaing but, hey, that’s a sacrafice that I’m willing to make for the sake of my blog (& I don’t think many folks are reading this anyway).

This was back when I was around 18, I still living @ home with my mother and my grandmother. This was a 2-bedroom, 1 bathroom home. I had the room in the back, my mother had the room in the front, and my grandmother slept on the fold-out sofa bed in the living room, which was next to the bathroom. So one night I woke up early in the morning/late @ night, I don’t remember exactly what time, but I just had to use the bathroom. I was tired, I usually just slept in my underwear, and so if I wanted to use the bathroom I’d have to put some clothes on and go up to the front of the house quietley, in order to not wake up my grandmother.

I didn’t feel like doing all that. And I had an empty bottle of orange juice in my bedroom. So, what the heck, I figured I’d just piss in the bottle, then go back to sleep. And I’d just empty the bottle out in a few hours when I woke up again. Well, the thing is, I also had a filled bottle of orange juice in my bedroom, to drink when I got thirsty.

You all see where this is going, don’t you?

So when I woke up again later, I was still groggy, barely remember even getting up earlier, I grabbed the bottle of orange juice and took a big gulp…and then immediately spit it out. I’d grab the bottle with piss in it, by mistake!

I remember just standing there, bent over @ the waist, with my mouth open as wide as possible, and my tongue sticking out, just trying to let it all drip out and not swallow any of it. I don’t know how long I stood there like that, but it was probably a good 10 minutes, @ least (& then spent half an hour brushing my teeth). I still remember that warm salty taste in my mouth. Yuck.

Definitely not one of my finer moments.