savages

[threeplusfire]

I hate the ignorant savages in our apartment complex. Let's make it clear that I'm not a racist. I can dislike people of all colors and creeds equally. At most you can label me an elitest bitch because I can't stand people who are deliberately and willfully morons.

Half of the machines in our laundromat are broken, and I'm willing to bet all my quarters that it was the guy I saw in there yesterday who was slamming shit around so loudly that it startled me inside my apartment. This means two of the four washers don't work, leaving me with one functional machine and one that has no water pressure and takes two hours to run a cycle. One of the two dryers is also broken, as the hatch will not close no matter how much I examine and fiddle with it.

So instead of taking an hour and fifteen minutes to get all the laundry done, as our dryers only give us 30 minute runs for our dollar, the laundry has so far taken an hour and a half. The one washer isn't even done rinsing. I know, I should have just gone to my mom's or someone with a real setup. But I thought it was early, I didn't want to leave the house, and I could get some laundry done while I lazed around in the early morning gloom.

Five more months, and then we can leave. Five more months.

Comments

random association.

[warhol.livejournal.com]

My girl is the queen of the savages,
She don't know this modern world and its ravages.
Instead of money, she's got yams and cabbages.

Re: random association.

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."