Underwear woes
Apr. 5th, 2011 10:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lishesquexToday was nice. I took a rare sick day, and felt terribly guilty doing it, because I'm not genuinely sick. I had a flu shot yesterday and felt achey for a while, but I'm actually better today. But w/e, I needed a day off.
I finally did my washing for the first time in like... a month. My underwear woes, let me tell you them. So I've been meaning to do my washing for a while now. I still had clothes that were dirty from camp, that's how bad it was. Last weekend I was busy and this past weekend it was rainy, so today seemed like the perfect washing day. Everything was fine until I need to hang up the washing. (Mum got rid of the dryer a few months ago so doing the washing is a highly strategic matter that requires being able to avoid the 3 other people who need to use the washing machine, and timing it to coincide with dry weather.) But then, as I was taking my newly pristine clothes out to dry, I discovered that our boarder had decided to hang out her sheets and sun out her doona. Again. I get that sunlight kills germs, but DO YOU REALLY NEED TO SUN OUT YOUR DOONA EVERY SINGLE DAY, WOMAN? I couldn't, in all politeness, move her doona. So I had to wait. And while I waited, I tweeted passive aggressive tweets. But eventually I was able to hang up my washing, and finally, my underwear woes were resolved.
I was going to write about something else, but I've forgotten what it was after recounting my saga of Doing the Washing.
Oh wait, I remember now. I am pwning Chewy and Junbo at Words With Friends, which is rather enjoyable. But Ingrid is beating me in our current game (for the second time ever), which is stressing me out. How can this be? It's unnatural.
You know what else is unnatural? Chicken BDSM.
I finally did my washing for the first time in like... a month. My underwear woes, let me tell you them. So I've been meaning to do my washing for a while now. I still had clothes that were dirty from camp, that's how bad it was. Last weekend I was busy and this past weekend it was rainy, so today seemed like the perfect washing day. Everything was fine until I need to hang up the washing. (Mum got rid of the dryer a few months ago so doing the washing is a highly strategic matter that requires being able to avoid the 3 other people who need to use the washing machine, and timing it to coincide with dry weather.) But then, as I was taking my newly pristine clothes out to dry, I discovered that our boarder had decided to hang out her sheets and sun out her doona. Again. I get that sunlight kills germs, but DO YOU REALLY NEED TO SUN OUT YOUR DOONA EVERY SINGLE DAY, WOMAN? I couldn't, in all politeness, move her doona. So I had to wait. And while I waited, I tweeted passive aggressive tweets. But eventually I was able to hang up my washing, and finally, my underwear woes were resolved.
I was going to write about something else, but I've forgotten what it was after recounting my saga of Doing the Washing.
Oh wait, I remember now. I am pwning Chewy and Junbo at Words With Friends, which is rather enjoyable. But Ingrid is beating me in our current game (for the second time ever), which is stressing me out. How can this be? It's unnatural.
You know what else is unnatural? Chicken BDSM.
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Date: 2011-04-07 07:55 am (UTC)