…When I’m at the Laundrymat, spending MY precious free time laundering my Best Buy polos and band t-shirts, and some fuckin’ spoiled kid comes in and uses the “Drop Off” service. It makes me fucking puke that they leave their dirty hampers for someone else to do at a premium price. Daddy and Stepmom Buffy’s money.
I’m talking to you, Girl with Greek Letters on the Butt of Her Sweatpants. And comb the rat’s nest out of your fucking ponytail. And your oversized sunglasses are ridiculous.
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March 2nd, 2006 at 3:06 am
I’m not going to lie, I hate the time involved and laundry and would probably do it too. This is the first year I don’t have one in my apt so I take it home. my mom and I fight over who does better laundry so she refuses to let me do it so I kind of do have drop off service. Too bad I’m really the better one who has never shrunk anything :) Shes just stubborn!
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March 3rd, 2006 at 10:25 am
So…
1. I was doing MY laundry and my blues/greens load (yes, I’m obsessive compulsive) seemed to be excessively LARGE. So I count how many bizzle shirts I have. Guess?!!?! 16! That’s riduculous
2. Amy, does your mom want to adopt another laundry kid? If so, SIGN ME UP!
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March 4th, 2006 at 12:20 pm
Haha! Aw, your mom is cute.
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March 4th, 2006 at 12:21 pm
SIXTEEN BIZZLE SHIRTS?! WTF!
That’s like, four times as many as I have.
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