her bathroom smelt like incense, which it is a wonder more people do not use this to de-scent their toilets, as it really does smell nice. it was one of those ones that the floor is on a slope and is made of the same stuff that the bottom of the shower is made of, and the shower had no curtain, so its kinda like showering in the whole room. she had one beauty product, which was one smallish jar of moisturiser, which she had told us the night before that she had never really used before until her sister had forced it upon her a month ago. she had really good skin for how old she was, considering she smoked and drank too.
the only bad thing about staying with ella, was that we stayed there with the other band that we had played with that night. the girl in the band was nice, but the guy thought he was the most famous cool guy in the world, in a way that you knew he secretly suspected he was the lamest loser in the world, and lived in constant fear that he was going to get exposed at any minute. i knew he was a loser, cause in the morning when i was in the shower shaving my legs with a blunt rasor, (see how obsessed with legs i have become!?) i could hear him scrambling eggs, in this brisk robotic way, kinda angrily and repressed. and he also didnt offer to make breakfast for all of us, which i would've done if i had discovered eggs, a whisk, a bowl, some oil, some bread, and some butter.
it was really a shame that this guy stayed with us, because ella really was unusually nice, and we had a really good time there apart from him. he had a costume change before they played, even down to his shoes. i hate people like him, they are really what is wrong with music in so many ways.
this bathroom lost all its points, cause i could hear him through it's walls, and it made me furious, right down into my guts.
