I HATE THE HANDICAPPED SHOWER AT GOODLIFE! That shower and I are not on good terms right now. I was too lazy to take my clothes off and have a real shower, so I just figured I’d go into the handicapped shower and flip my head over and wash my hair that way. And it was working, until I put the shower head down to grab my shampoo. That’s when EVERYTHING went wrong. OK well not everything but a good chunk of things. I didn’t realize how much water pressure was running through the fawcett, but it was powerful enough to whirl around and drench my pants. So imagine me, bent over with sopping wet hair, a shower head spraying water all over my rolled up jeans. Needless to say I was soaked from the waist down. And I couldn’t do anything about it either, I had to finish washing my hair. So what was I to do? I had one pair of pants and they were soaking wet. Well, me being the ingenuitive person that I am, I tunred the sauna up to it’s highest heat and put my pants in there to dry. But I didn’t just lay them out. Oh no, I had to be a little asshole and set them up to look like someone had been sitting in them and just melted away. It was quite the sight to see. A lone pair of pants just chillin in the sauna, waiting to dry. Of course I couldn’t leave the changeroom, since I had no pants on. I have this bright blue towel, with green fishes on it. So picture that, with a studded belt around it to keep it up. And I was stuck like that for about half an hour, just chillin in the change room in a friggen towl. And when I finally did get my pants out of the sauna, I had forgotten to roll them down so they were wet all down the calves of my legs. What a fucking day. Then it was off to rez to watch King Kong. It got much better when Brennan (who is constantly high) and Taggart (who was also high I’m sure) started voicing Kong’s inner monologue during his T-Rez fight. Good times. I love going to rez and listening to the high firefighters.