Get your laundry out of the motherfucking washer. I've been waiting all day to wash my darks and that is just ridiculous given the state of my unemployment. Two hours ago I made the trek to the laundry room and was surprised - nay, flabbergasted - to find the washer in use. I'm patient. I understand that other people have dirty clothes too, so I trekked back upstrairs and kept myself occupied for two hours.
Upon which I made the journey back down to the laundry room with my heavy basket of darks, my Tide, my quarters, and the laundry room key.
Booyah! Washer off.
Fuck me! Clothes still in it.
I'm not one of those people who pulls other people's shit out of the washer or dryer. My old roommate, god bless her, used to stick in a load of laundry and then go to the movies. She didn't care if she was inconveniencing anyone. In fact, she had the kind of karma where people took her clothes out and lovingly folded them for her. If I ever tried such a thing, my jeans would end up in a damp heap in the corner.
So here I am again back at my computer, complaining about my neighbors instead of washing my underwear. Isn't that the story of my life.
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