By the way... this is about teeth and personal hygine

A toothbrush, I did buy before Justin wrote that blog about me and my stench, and it's not that I wanted to be stinky, it's just that it is fucking impossible to get a hold of the things we take for granted in the states. For instance, a toothbrush that doesn't rip through gums, or a decent sized towel for under $14. I had to estimate the dollar value of my towel. Nothing here seems to be easy. I had to pay 29 euros to get my clothes washed and dried, which is why I held out for six weeks, and the fuckers at the laundrymat didn't even fold my clothes. They just folded the top layer, so when I looked in the bags, I said "tutto posto" and walked away broke, with clean but already wrinkled shirts.

I have this weird thing about using other peoples soap, or drying off without a towel, I just can't do it, so that in addition to the stressful moving process, which involved dodging questions about money from my quasi landlady, or better put Justin's roommate slash spy loanshark, had me too stressed out to even think about showering. I have since showered about as many times as I have posted on this blog. Our new shower is great! It makes an awesome water park out of our bathroom floor, and I don't think I have ever come quite as close to God as when I scurried out of the shower to answer the phone. I slipped on my living room floor courtesy of the showers incredible ability to get everything in the house wet except for me. Mind you, I was buck naked minus the first of two towels I purchased in the last few days here. It was a gorgeous one euro trenta centissimi pink hand towel with a green apple embroidered on it. I flew up in the air, lost my towel and landed on my ass cheeks splitting them on the concrete floor. I would have cracked my head open on the same floor, but thankfully I had just paid far to much to do my laundry, and my suitcase broke my head's fall.

I was, by the way trying at the same moment that I was half knocked out on my living room/kitchen/bedroom floor, did I mention that I live in a room that is about 30,000 square cm, you fuckers don't know how to use the metric system anyway, measure it out and get back to me, to go to a dinner for work. My friend/landlord/coworker Jordan was calling me from upstairs to make sure I was ready to go. I missed his call and all i could think about was how bad it would suck if he walked in on me naked on the floor, cell phone in hand, head in suitcase.

I got up got dressed met up with Jordan, and we made our way to the work dinner. The night in general was anything but eventful, but I did end up sleeping at a girls house. No, not anything sexual, she manages our work website and is not Italian, quickly knocking her out of position for me to earn an EU passport. Well regardless, the most exciting thing after falling had to be drinking tea in the morning, something I had forgotten that I enjoyed, and then buying a new towel! Cleanliness here I come, and just in time for Justin's next post in which we will have sort of a double date with some real Italian women... stay tuned true believers.