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Jun. 8th, 2008 10:27 amOkay. So I'm hanging with Ali today, after months of not hanging with her (as dude, I'm tired from work and want SLEEP on the weekends, or at least to do absolutely NOTHING). But I have to do laundry. HAVE TO DO IT. As in no clean underwear and all my shirts are now scary. Didn't do it yesterday because of 1) Star Wars day (which I did not complete) and 2) emotionally retarded is me, and so wanted only to do nothing but make codes for my ep fanlisting (as dude, haven't made codes (or a layout,heh) in months, and I was in the mood to do them, so dude, I by god did them.
So I put 'em in the apartment complex's washers (two loads, yo) and leave 'em be, to wash. Then come back. And the dryers? Never even thought to check if they HAD POWER. Because they have always had power before. Always. I've been living her two years.
They did not have power. So I cannot dry my clothes that I did especially early so I can have something clean to wear when I hang out with Ali (and go to the circus, huh!). However, I begged mom to take me to a laundry place, to use their dryer, and we did that. And now mom is there, because I'm a stress ball, and she's like 'I'll bring it home to you'. My mom rather wins at life.
So I'm like... freaking out, because I'm PMS'ing as well. And yesterday was a big ball of emotional goo that was just awful (there was so much crying and despair and just stupid out-of-controlness that was like I was before I was on fucking prozac) and so this start to the day? Not so grand.
Also, Ali (and my mom) thought I'd be doing laundry at her house. Which, I have every single time I've gone over there and there was laundry to be done. But this time? It didn't even occur to me. Not once. I felt I had to get it done or I wouldn't get it done.
I totally love making my own life harder than it needs to be. Totally roxors.
Not.
So I put 'em in the apartment complex's washers (two loads, yo) and leave 'em be, to wash. Then come back. And the dryers? Never even thought to check if they HAD POWER. Because they have always had power before. Always. I've been living her two years.
They did not have power. So I cannot dry my clothes that I did especially early so I can have something clean to wear when I hang out with Ali (and go to the circus, huh!). However, I begged mom to take me to a laundry place, to use their dryer, and we did that. And now mom is there, because I'm a stress ball, and she's like 'I'll bring it home to you'. My mom rather wins at life.
So I'm like... freaking out, because I'm PMS'ing as well. And yesterday was a big ball of emotional goo that was just awful (there was so much crying and despair and just stupid out-of-controlness that was like I was before I was on fucking prozac) and so this start to the day? Not so grand.
Also, Ali (and my mom) thought I'd be doing laundry at her house. Which, I have every single time I've gone over there and there was laundry to be done. But this time? It didn't even occur to me. Not once. I felt I had to get it done or I wouldn't get it done.
I totally love making my own life harder than it needs to be. Totally roxors.
Not.
