ARGH! I'm sick of doing laundry! Specifically, I'm sick of not having an appartment with a washer/dryer hook up and having to do it at a piss-ant laundrymat every week!

And y'know what? I want to know, why is it that someone looks at you like you have four heads growing out your frickin' EYE SOCKETS when you sit down in a laundrymat with a book that's past a 9th grade literacy comp. level? What, just because I go to a fuckin' laundrymat to do my laundry means I can't read big people books now? The hell is that?!

Dammit! I hate laundry and I want it to die! ALL OF IT!

*This rant has been brought to you by a severely sleep deprived and, frankly, cranky Buddha who doesn't want to do any more laundry. Ever. Carry on.

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