having a shitty weekend, and how does the shitty weekend end? my dryer fucking dryteases me, for one. i've been having issues with my dryer since the first time i tried to use it. but i haven't complained about it because i have all these quarters, and the community dryer is right outside my door. but today, i thought i'd test it while starting some laundry. and praise hephaestus, it worked. of course, once i put wet clothes in there, not so fucking much. on top of that, someone has been monopolizing the community dryer for the better part of the last four hours. so now i have two wet loads of laundry with no way to dry them.
then, when i was having my morning coffee today, i noticed i was almost out of sugarcubes. so i tell myself i'll go get some later. so fast forward to 8 p.m., when i finally decide to venture out of my apt. i go to h-e-b. all out of sugarcubes. now, i could get regular sugar and spoon it in, but i'm set in my fucking ways. spooning in sugar is fucking russian roulette for me. it's either too sweet or not sweet enough. with my sugarcubes, i always know exactly how much is good enough for me. so fine, i decide to get the fuck out of dodge and go to the nearest randalls. only they don't even carry sugarcubes anymore! at that point i tell myself i'm stupid for having driven all the way to randalls when i should've checked out the fiesta right across I-35 from the h-e-b i was at.
so now i'm home and angrily writing about all this. fuck off.
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