whining some more
I kinda looked like this last night. But waaaaay less pretty.
So, I'm totally losing my shit. Last night, I was gonna do laundry because I was packing for a mini-vacation (to the Utah Shakespearean Festival, geeky, I know, but it's the best you can do within Utah as far as mini-vacations go if you don't want to do outdoorsy shit). Anyway, I went to throw some jeans in the washing machine and there was a fucking earwig crawling around on the agitator. I live in a basement and should be used to bug shit, but I'm sooooooo not. So I ran upstairs and was leaning against a wall hyperventilating. My dad asked what was going on and I told him. As soon as I got the words out of my mouth I thought I was going to throw up so I ran to the bathroom. Instead I just started sobbing hysterically.
Once I slowed down a little, I went back into the basement to kill the earwig and de-germ the washing machine and get back down to business. When I tried to kill the disgusting little fucker, though, all that happened was a little, partial smash and then IT FELL THROUGH ONE OF THE WASHER-TUB-HOLE-THINGS!
JFC. So that got me sobbing again. Like, throw myself on my bed, shuddering sobbing. It lasts for a long time. My mom comes down to try to convince me that I need to do laundry and offers to put it in for me. WTF, right? That's not the problem. The problem is that the washing machine is no longer clean and therefore can't be trusted to clean things. Awhile after she left, I my nose started gushing blood. Seriously. I was crying so hard that my nose started bleeding.
I hate everything. I have one pair of clean pants for my vacation that I'm leaving for in 6 hours and there's no fucking way I'm putting others in that washing machine.
But, True Blood, as always, was awesome and pretty much the best thing in my life. Here's Lafayette humping a couch to pay you back for reading my stupid whining.
