No, really. I'm not pulling your leg or anything.
So anyway, as most of you know, every weekend, I stay up late to sort of catch up on everyone.
And as most of you know, I am quite a multitasker.
One night, at around 3 AM, as I was practicing my expertise doing important Internet stuff, I was also applying toner to my face. You know all know how important skin care is, right?
|This is how I roll, yo.|
I remember placing (or more like throwing) the used cotton ball on the table beside my bed after using it. I did not look because as I said, I was busy. I just put it on the table and continued my momentous Internet social activity.
Because it was humid, I got thirsty. I always keep a glass of water on the side of my bed because
I reached for the glass of water but as the glass came near my lips, I thought it smelled like toner. It was dark and I was too busy to get up and turn on the light. I was like, "Meh. It's probably my face." Don't judge. I just put the stuff on my face so it was natural for me to think that my face would smell like toner.
So I gulped down the water. It tasted funny. Not funny-funny but you know, funny. I held the glass in front of my laptop to to see what was up. I found out I made an excellent shot when I threw the used cotton ball. It went straight into the glass of water. At that moment, I had mixed feelings. I was proud to find out I was an excellent shooter despite my undeniable disinterest in sports but I was also disappointed that I did not listen to what my brain was trying telling me. But that's because my brain is not really always reliable.
My throat was burning and I was salivating like a rabid dog. (Okay, not really but you know what I mean.)
I placed my laptop on the bed and made a dramatic crawl to the kitchen to get a fresh glass of water. This is the part where I started needing a hug. There was no water in the fridge because my brother failed to do his one and only task in life. To refill the bottles with water and put them in the fridge. He was probably busy too...? We don't know but he's not important.
I went outside to refill one of the bottles. The container was too big and heavy. I saw a bottle on the kitchen table with a few drops of water in it so I drank it instead. I walked back to my room, holding my neck. My throat felt dry. I swallowed all the saliva I can produce and I felt sorry for myself.
And then I moved on and went back to the Internet. I'm cool like that. But I sure told everyone what happened.
Nothing bad happened. I lived. Well I guess my throat and intestines are smoother now.
The lesson here is not to stop being careless. It's awesome. The real lesson here is that toners taste horrible. Fact.
Take it from me.
P.S. My Asians are cooking up another online party. I will update you all soon.