The Golden Laundry Pile

I just spent 2 hours folding the laundry that I’ve been collecting for approximately 10 weeks. I wanted to take a picture of the mountain of boxer shorts and sports bras, but the damn camera didn’t have batteries and I sure as HELL am not going out to buy them. But just trust me, it was fucking ginormous.

I’d like to give thanks to the movie “My Father the Hero” for getting me through this evening of detergent and damn wire hangers that all stick together god-fucking-damnit!!!

I’d write more, but right now I am so fucking hot because we don’t have FUCKING CENTRAL AIR IN THIS GODFORSAKEN HOUSE and I am sweating so much that I have been consistantly smelling the stench of dirty socks. I can’t tell you why my sweaty body seems to smell like dirty socks, but I imagine it cannot be good. How I wish they had scratch and sniff pages on the Internet. Somebody invent that, right now! I’ll be your first subscriber.