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GRR.
You don't know what you had until you lose it. Something stupid and easily taken for granted like washing your clothes, for instance. I was wearing dirty clothes for 2 weeks, because I couldn't get my stuff into the machine. Eric's folks don't like it when I move their stuff around. So I just let it go. Wore stuff a second or third time. I would give stuff a quick "sniff test" before wearing. You know. I never re-wore panties or anything THANK GOD. But I was wearing my last clean pair today, so that was just the final straw: I had to do my laundry and vacate their stuff from the machine. While my stuff was still running, it was removed and put into a laundry basket in a wet pile. I was only gone for 2 hours to visit my mom for Mother's Day and that's what greeted me when I got home. I thought, "Oh yeah, I gotta do my laundry..." and there it was.
I am so glad I'm going back home at the end of the week. This is my worst pet peeve. I hate when people fuck with my laundry. I'm sick of living like a bum in this place. I hide in the basement and have to fight to do my dirty laundry. I had a better quality of life living in my parents' run-down, smaller house. At least I have people to talk to and I can park where I want, say what I want, do my f'ing clothes...
You don't know what you had until you lose it. Something stupid and easily taken for granted like washing your clothes, for instance. I was wearing dirty clothes for 2 weeks, because I couldn't get my stuff into the machine. Eric's folks don't like it when I move their stuff around. So I just let it go. Wore stuff a second or third time. I would give stuff a quick "sniff test" before wearing. You know. I never re-wore panties or anything THANK GOD. But I was wearing my last clean pair today, so that was just the final straw: I had to do my laundry and vacate their stuff from the machine. While my stuff was still running, it was removed and put into a laundry basket in a wet pile. I was only gone for 2 hours to visit my mom for Mother's Day and that's what greeted me when I got home. I thought, "Oh yeah, I gotta do my laundry..." and there it was.
I am so glad I'm going back home at the end of the week. This is my worst pet peeve. I hate when people fuck with my laundry. I'm sick of living like a bum in this place. I hide in the basement and have to fight to do my dirty laundry. I had a better quality of life living in my parents' run-down, smaller house. At least I have people to talk to and I can park where I want, say what I want, do my f'ing clothes...