oh yea... this thing...
oh wow... how on earth have i forgotten about live journal? i suppose its the same way i have forgotten about checking my emails, using my instant messenger, myspace, or otherwise communicating with the world outside work. i've been busy, and broken. working seven days a week has taught me several things: 1)the more you work the more money you cannot save. 2)working seven days a week fucking blows. - wait thats not several, its two. whatever.
I'm fairly sure that I'm done at the winery though til spring... and then it will be just a few short months until i start there... ehhh, i don't wanna jinx it. I can't wait to feel a weekend again. It's been an awfully crappy few months, mixed with some monumental happiness. Back at the end of October I managed to compress my lower vertebrae together while wrestling around with the kids at work. Let me tell you how amazing that felt! It felt almost as amazing as getting the bill for the xrays of my back, which showed the awesome compression, as well as my spine being three inches in the wrong direction sideways, and leaning back an inch and a half the wrong way. it started feeling better, just about the time i acquired "the cough heard round the world". That cough then turned into pneumonia, which was overlapped by the stomach flu, and caused... drumroll please... a cracked rib?! WTF. I need health insurance. and a new body.
but enough of this. its boring me.
the real topic of importance is: the laundromat. first off, is it "laundry mat"? or is it maybe "laundramat"?... or maybe how i spelled it above is correct, "laundromat". who knows i guess... but moving ever onward...
why is it that no matter what laundromat i go to around here, whether it be chester,warwick, florida... everyone in there looks like a creepy side show exhibit that has escaped the cage? I walk in, and I can feel their heads turn... they know I'm an outsider... and they stare at me. they've all formed friendships. they chit chat about "last week at the laundry mat" or discus the poor quality public transportation. They give each other the inside scoop about which dryers are working better than others that day, giving me an unfair advantage on getting my clothes dried. And it doesn't matter which one either, the same basic people are there. its like they have a quota to fill or something. like the manager calls people in off a clip board...
"one grotesquely overweight woman- check. one trashy woman with obnoxious kids, whom she will yell at and physically abuse while there- check. random old dude with shady eyes- check. several non english speaking immigrants- check. a handful of people without teeth who will try to chew gum- check. some to sit on the bench and talk to themselves- check. whiny semi- overweight twenty something to complain about her kids/ boyfriend/ crappy job- check." add several other random misfits... like maybe a really baggy skinned old lady washing five loads of skimpy lingerie, a bearded woman, a fat guy that farts alot... and voila- an orange county laundrymat. why.
why.
why.
why.
I'm not claiming to be any picture of either perfection or normality... but come on now people. aren't there any other semi normal people out there without washing machines?? you can't all have them in your apartments and houses... theres got to be some others. maybe they've all joined together and do their laundry at certain times. maybe i'm on the wrong time schedule.
last nights trip had an extra bonus though... the fat woman quota... she was washing stuffed animals that "she sleeps with between her legs". as if that wasn't awesome enough, she spoke to these stuffed animals the entire time she was there. i started noticing when she was pulling one out of the dryer and she exclaimed with excitement "HELLO THERE PUFFALUMP!" She did the same with the others, discussed their amazingness with another girl there, and spoke to them all as she folded her clothes. a-w-e-s-o-m-e.
see look at her:
I still really want to know if i fit in their dryers... im making it a life goal to find that out
oh yea and guess what? I cut my hair:
and i love this kid:
and i leave for arizona in less than 48 hours!!
TTTTHHHHHHHHEEEE EEENNNDDD!
... so i don't wanna hear one more complaint that i haven't updated.
I'm fairly sure that I'm done at the winery though til spring... and then it will be just a few short months until i start there... ehhh, i don't wanna jinx it. I can't wait to feel a weekend again. It's been an awfully crappy few months, mixed with some monumental happiness. Back at the end of October I managed to compress my lower vertebrae together while wrestling around with the kids at work. Let me tell you how amazing that felt! It felt almost as amazing as getting the bill for the xrays of my back, which showed the awesome compression, as well as my spine being three inches in the wrong direction sideways, and leaning back an inch and a half the wrong way. it started feeling better, just about the time i acquired "the cough heard round the world". That cough then turned into pneumonia, which was overlapped by the stomach flu, and caused... drumroll please... a cracked rib?! WTF. I need health insurance. and a new body.
but enough of this. its boring me.
the real topic of importance is: the laundromat. first off, is it "laundry mat"? or is it maybe "laundramat"?... or maybe how i spelled it above is correct, "laundromat". who knows i guess... but moving ever onward...
why is it that no matter what laundromat i go to around here, whether it be chester,warwick, florida... everyone in there looks like a creepy side show exhibit that has escaped the cage? I walk in, and I can feel their heads turn... they know I'm an outsider... and they stare at me. they've all formed friendships. they chit chat about "last week at the laundry mat" or discus the poor quality public transportation. They give each other the inside scoop about which dryers are working better than others that day, giving me an unfair advantage on getting my clothes dried. And it doesn't matter which one either, the same basic people are there. its like they have a quota to fill or something. like the manager calls people in off a clip board...
"one grotesquely overweight woman- check. one trashy woman with obnoxious kids, whom she will yell at and physically abuse while there- check. random old dude with shady eyes- check. several non english speaking immigrants- check. a handful of people without teeth who will try to chew gum- check. some to sit on the bench and talk to themselves- check. whiny semi- overweight twenty something to complain about her kids/ boyfriend/ crappy job- check." add several other random misfits... like maybe a really baggy skinned old lady washing five loads of skimpy lingerie, a bearded woman, a fat guy that farts alot... and voila- an orange county laundrymat. why.
why.
why.
why.
I'm not claiming to be any picture of either perfection or normality... but come on now people. aren't there any other semi normal people out there without washing machines?? you can't all have them in your apartments and houses... theres got to be some others. maybe they've all joined together and do their laundry at certain times. maybe i'm on the wrong time schedule.
last nights trip had an extra bonus though... the fat woman quota... she was washing stuffed animals that "she sleeps with between her legs". as if that wasn't awesome enough, she spoke to these stuffed animals the entire time she was there. i started noticing when she was pulling one out of the dryer and she exclaimed with excitement "HELLO THERE PUFFALUMP!" She did the same with the others, discussed their amazingness with another girl there, and spoke to them all as she folded her clothes. a-w-e-s-o-m-e.
see look at her:
I still really want to know if i fit in their dryers... im making it a life goal to find that out
oh yea and guess what? I cut my hair:
and i love this kid:
and i leave for arizona in less than 48 hours!!
TTTTHHHHHHHHEEEE EEENNNDDD!
... so i don't wanna hear one more complaint that i haven't updated.