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2 pairs of jeans
1 pair of bike shorts
1 pair of pajama pants
1 pair of shorts
21 shirts (no wonder I couldn't find any clean ones)
2 sweaters
3 pairs of socks
multitudinous underwear
2 bath towels
I really don't like doing laundromat laundry, which is what happens when I wait until the last possible day to do laundry and then do it all at once. For one thing, that much laundry is heavy. For another, it means I'm stuck in the laundromat for an hour and a half. The day is coming, however, when I won't have to do laundromat laundry any more. I'll be able to do laundry whenever I damn well please, or whenever I damn well need to.
Life in Brighton won't be all wine and roses, because life never is, but every so often something like that will occur to me and I'll just grin from ear to ear for a while. I'll be able to eat in the kitchen, at the table. I won't have to keep my bicycle in my living room. I'll have a pantry to put food and things in. The bathroom floor will be warm in the winter, at least in places. The laundry hampers will have a closet to live in.
This will all happen in less than three months. This makes me rapturously happy.
Since the Brighton apartment has been painted white and I've been requested to leave it that way, I'm seriously considering having an art party by way of a housewarming. By which I mean I'd invite everybody to come create things to put on the walls, or in the doorways in the case of door cloths, so as to liven up the place. Am I cracked or does that sound like an idea?
*Hey! Too Much Laundry
1 pair of bike shorts
1 pair of pajama pants
1 pair of shorts
21 shirts (no wonder I couldn't find any clean ones)
2 sweaters
3 pairs of socks
multitudinous underwear
2 bath towels
I really don't like doing laundromat laundry, which is what happens when I wait until the last possible day to do laundry and then do it all at once. For one thing, that much laundry is heavy. For another, it means I'm stuck in the laundromat for an hour and a half. The day is coming, however, when I won't have to do laundromat laundry any more. I'll be able to do laundry whenever I damn well please, or whenever I damn well need to.
Life in Brighton won't be all wine and roses, because life never is, but every so often something like that will occur to me and I'll just grin from ear to ear for a while. I'll be able to eat in the kitchen, at the table. I won't have to keep my bicycle in my living room. I'll have a pantry to put food and things in. The bathroom floor will be warm in the winter, at least in places. The laundry hampers will have a closet to live in.
This will all happen in less than three months. This makes me rapturously happy.
Since the Brighton apartment has been painted white and I've been requested to leave it that way, I'm seriously considering having an art party by way of a housewarming. By which I mean I'd invite everybody to come create things to put on the walls, or in the doorways in the case of door cloths, so as to liven up the place. Am I cracked or does that sound like an idea?
*Hey! Too Much Laundry