Shark

Yesterday I officially jumped the shark, then showered with it. In the afternoon the roommate and I had a little bondage time on the futon over VH1 classic. Some creepy music video came on so we turned the channel to MTV2. That station was showing a music video for some emo band. We were wondering who it was. This little blurb reading "Do you want to see more Elite 8?" kept popping up so we figured oh this must be the Elite 8. Silently, we both wondered why there weren't 8 of them. When the video ended the little credit thing in the corner showed up and we were informed that the band we had been viewing was Taking Back Sunday and the show that it was on was called Elite 8. At that moment we knew that we had outgrown MTV and were no longer hip. We decided that we are now allowed to have children who will scream at us, "You just don't get it, Mom, you're not cool." Upon this revelation we decided to exchange a high 5...and missed. It just added to the moment of our unhipness. Later in the evening I went to take a shower and found a blown up shark toy in the shower. Being unhip as I am, I said, "What's this whale thing?" Then I realized that it was a shark. I threw it out of the bathroom, and then realized how fun it would be to shower with it. I asked the roommate if she would allow me to shower with her toy shark, and she agreed, laughing the entire time. It was very exciting to have a toy in the shower. I had to be careful of his fins when I bent over. I didn't want him to violate me. After I got out of the shower, the roommate told me that she could hear me bumping up against him and thought it was quite humorous. I had been having a frustrating night before that so I was glad to have the shark to lighten up my night. This is why my roommate and I need to live together. We are so in love.