They raised the prices by a quarter at my laundromat. RUDE.
Also, I did not have a pleasant laundromat experience last night, and I am sad. There was a gentlemen there, who may have been on some sort of drugs, talking on speaker phone with his mother and she was just yelling at him the whole time, all while he was dropping everything he owned over and over again. I'm glad he was able to find a safe space to be during that time, as I never want to see somebody struggling somewhere unsafe, but still. It was only him and I, and the young attendant.
So, I found a little spot by my laundry machines, and hung out there. I also put too much detergent in one of my laundry machines and had to run it a second time, so I didn't have enough quarters to properly dry everything, because of the price raise and my screw up, so towels will have to dry alone in the bathroom. Sorry towels.
The worst part is, I was planning on perfectly cleaning the towels, making them all super fluffy and soft. But noooo, I put too my detergent in, because I didn't read the warning label about High Efficency detergent and I put not HE detergent and it got all sudsy. So I had to spend more money on them, and then I tried to dry them but noooo, they didn't want to dry either. I have towel grumps. They are not fluffy.
My blankets on the other hand, oh my, they're so soft and smell good and nice. And to top it off, boyfriend got a dustbuster for the bed because our apartment is a dirt magnet because of the cats, and unpaved outside, and giant puddle that turns my front door into a peninsula and, well, you get it. There is a lot of dirt in my bed and I ashamed. But YO. That thing works amazing I'm secretly super happy about that purchase don't tell boyfriend.
What else. Oh. A new favorite stimmy word. Vestibule. That is a nice word.
Also, I did not have a pleasant laundromat experience last night, and I am sad. There was a gentlemen there, who may have been on some sort of drugs, talking on speaker phone with his mother and she was just yelling at him the whole time, all while he was dropping everything he owned over and over again. I'm glad he was able to find a safe space to be during that time, as I never want to see somebody struggling somewhere unsafe, but still. It was only him and I, and the young attendant.
So, I found a little spot by my laundry machines, and hung out there. I also put too much detergent in one of my laundry machines and had to run it a second time, so I didn't have enough quarters to properly dry everything, because of the price raise and my screw up, so towels will have to dry alone in the bathroom. Sorry towels.
The worst part is, I was planning on perfectly cleaning the towels, making them all super fluffy and soft. But noooo, I put too my detergent in, because I didn't read the warning label about High Efficency detergent and I put not HE detergent and it got all sudsy. So I had to spend more money on them, and then I tried to dry them but noooo, they didn't want to dry either. I have towel grumps. They are not fluffy.
My blankets on the other hand, oh my, they're so soft and smell good and nice. And to top it off, boyfriend got a dustbuster for the bed because our apartment is a dirt magnet because of the cats, and unpaved outside, and giant puddle that turns my front door into a peninsula and, well, you get it. There is a lot of dirt in my bed and I ashamed. But YO. That thing works amazing I'm secretly super happy about that purchase don't tell boyfriend.
What else. Oh. A new favorite stimmy word. Vestibule. That is a nice word.
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