Suds My Duds, Anyone?
Hey! So are you aware of the disturbingly large pile of dirty clothes accumulating in the makeshift Claustrophobia Torture Chamber, a.k.a my bathroom, a.k.a my closet, a.k.a That Place Where Drunk People Pass Out When There's No Room in the Front Room? Well if you weren't aware before now, consider yourself now informed. Which leads me to the next tortuosly assembled question:
Does anyone own, and/or have access to free washing machines / dryers?
Please say yes, please say yes. Ever since my mom made it clear that I can't come home whenever Bob's around I have a very small window of opportunity to plow through about 6 loads of "really needs to be done" laundry. I'll bring my own detergent and dryer sheets, I just don't have the amassed $20 in quarters that would most likely be necessary to complete all of this.
So if you do know someone, or if you are that someone give me a call or send me an e-mail: clean laundry = good, dirty-ass hippy Lauren = not losing any sleep at night, but still stinky.
Does anyone own, and/or have access to free washing machines / dryers?
Please say yes, please say yes. Ever since my mom made it clear that I can't come home whenever Bob's around I have a very small window of opportunity to plow through about 6 loads of "really needs to be done" laundry. I'll bring my own detergent and dryer sheets, I just don't have the amassed $20 in quarters that would most likely be necessary to complete all of this.
So if you do know someone, or if you are that someone give me a call or send me an e-mail: clean laundry = good, dirty-ass hippy Lauren = not losing any sleep at night, but still stinky.