Rejoice!
After three months of accumulated laundry, I am finally getting around to washing it.
Can I just say something at this point?
Ew. Fucking Ewwww.
Am slob, apparently. In fact the only reason I'm doing it now, is because school starts tomorrow, and Febreeze loses its appeal after this long. At first I was like: *sniff* "Er...Febreeze! Yeah baby!" *prances about smugly* But now it's like: *spray* "Er...I don't think it works any more."
I cannot emphasize enough how Vile my laundry hamper is at this point. Just. Really fucking Vile. (Yeah, it merits a capital letter.)
Serves me right, spose.
Am going to get my hair cut at 4:30pm today with friend K. Will take before and after pics and post them so you lot can feel better about yourselves. :S (Have a bit of a girl crush on the person who is cutting my hair, heh.)
Gay hairstylists are overrated. I was talking to my friend Terra about this, and she agrees with me that the only place gay stylists have magical prettifying powers is in Hollywood. Have proof of this.
Okay. Back to the Pit of Despair (and Vileness)
If I don't post again soon, you can assume that the inevitable has happened, and my laundry has finally eaten me whole. Wibble.
EDIT: Huh, so that's where that went...*shudders*
EDIT 2: Do white knickers with hot pink penguins (ShutUpTheyWereAGift) go in the 'lights' or 'whites' wash? I AM A FAILURE. I CAN'T EVEN DO LAUNDRY ON MY OWN. *quietly slits wrists*
EDIT 3: What about tan colored jumpers? Oh nooooo! Now I have seven piles: lights, whites, off-whites, light lights, darks, light darks, and delicates (Why the fuck do I have to wash them separately. Damn you, Victoria. You can take your secret and shove it, bitch). And that doesn't include the "WTF" pile. Help meeee.
EDIT 4: SOS. SOS. Have discovered Vile(tm) sequined underpants. Hey, don't look at me. I have occasionally poor judgement, not complete blindness. Besides it looks like mens undies. Will have to take picture of this for posterity. *Points to mood* That, yeah. WHYFOR HAVE YOU ABANDONED ME, FRIENDS LIST? *sobs amid pile of rotten laundry*
EDIT 5,343: Oh bugger, am I supposed to separate the delicates by color? Cause that might just you know PUSH ME OVER THE EDGE. ANSWER ME, LIVEJOURNAL!! *breathes* Must...Control...Typing...Tourettes.
EDIT 5,344: Well, shit. Guess who just poured bleach over her laundry, thinking it was detergent? You can worship me later, people. Right now I'm too busy gnawing off my arm.
EDIT 5,345: Have rescued clothes from bleach. Thankfully, no permanent damage is apparent. But I still have 5 piles to consolidate. GRARGH.
-S
Can I just say something at this point?
Ew. Fucking Ewwww.
Am slob, apparently. In fact the only reason I'm doing it now, is because school starts tomorrow, and Febreeze loses its appeal after this long. At first I was like: *sniff* "Er...Febreeze! Yeah baby!" *prances about smugly* But now it's like: *spray* "Er...I don't think it works any more."
I cannot emphasize enough how Vile my laundry hamper is at this point. Just. Really fucking Vile. (Yeah, it merits a capital letter.)
Serves me right, spose.
Am going to get my hair cut at 4:30pm today with friend K. Will take before and after pics and post them so you lot can feel better about yourselves. :S (Have a bit of a girl crush on the person who is cutting my hair, heh.)
Gay hairstylists are overrated. I was talking to my friend Terra about this, and she agrees with me that the only place gay stylists have magical prettifying powers is in Hollywood. Have proof of this.
Okay. Back to the Pit of Despair (and Vileness)
If I don't post again soon, you can assume that the inevitable has happened, and my laundry has finally eaten me whole. Wibble.
EDIT: Huh, so that's where that went...*shudders*
EDIT 2: Do white knickers with hot pink penguins (ShutUpTheyWereAGift) go in the 'lights' or 'whites' wash? I AM A FAILURE. I CAN'T EVEN DO LAUNDRY ON MY OWN. *quietly slits wrists*
EDIT 3: What about tan colored jumpers? Oh nooooo! Now I have seven piles: lights, whites, off-whites, light lights, darks, light darks, and delicates (Why the fuck do I have to wash them separately. Damn you, Victoria. You can take your secret and shove it, bitch). And that doesn't include the "WTF" pile. Help meeee.
EDIT 4: SOS. SOS. Have discovered Vile(tm) sequined underpants. Hey, don't look at me. I have occasionally poor judgement, not complete blindness. Besides it looks like mens undies. Will have to take picture of this for posterity. *Points to mood* That, yeah. WHYFOR HAVE YOU ABANDONED ME, FRIENDS LIST? *sobs amid pile of rotten laundry*
EDIT 5,343: Oh bugger, am I supposed to separate the delicates by color? Cause that might just you know PUSH ME OVER THE EDGE. ANSWER ME, LIVEJOURNAL!! *breathes* Must...Control...Typing...Tourettes.
EDIT 5,344: Well, shit. Guess who just poured bleach over her laundry, thinking it was detergent? You can worship me later, people. Right now I'm too busy gnawing off my arm.
EDIT 5,345: Have rescued clothes from bleach. Thankfully, no permanent damage is apparent. But I still have 5 piles to consolidate. GRARGH.
-S