i had to do laundry tonight. but my fanciful laundromat closes at 6 and i wont go to my building laundry room (it wasn't available anyway). so i look up the closest one to my house and go there.
this place was nothing like my romanticized laundromat. fluorescent lights (that make my head hurt) TONS of people (it was 8 at night) lots of noise and new fangled washers and dryers that i didn't know how to work. the best part was that all of the directions, the tvs, and reading material were all in spanish. as i learned tonight, "no habla espangnol". FUCK. so i start to cry and decide i had embarrassed myself enough and go back to my car, avoiding the car of 6 creepy boys who were clearly smoking up parked next to me (really, are cat calls necessary when some one is coming from doing laundry...and i know i looked hot with my hair in some crazy knot, glasses on and wearing my "laundry day sweats") . i drove to a different place and just got home with my basket of wet bedding (did i mention the dryer i used didnt work?).
i came home to smoke coming out of my floor by my window. so i think my apartment is on fire and 2 thoughts go through my mind:1. wheres gracie...and 2. i couldnt cough up the extra cash to get that damn rental insurance.
not to worry, my apartment is not on fire. it is just my heater. so now i sit...in a sport bra with my juice and caramel rice cakes (they were on sale...1$ for a whole bag can you believe that?! :) ) window open and laundry hanging over all of my furniture. at least everything will dry faster with the gusts of winter air blowing through here every few minutes.
*BIG SIGH*
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