Fa La La Laundry!

Christmas is over. The kidlets all about are doing their after Christmas routines, that being, absolutely nothing. Boy got Guitar Hero III and that's all he's done in two days. Girl got a digital camera and has snapped pictures of absolutely nothing, except of herself. A little narcissist in the making. Little girl got toys, which she is losing everywhere. I stepped on some Barbi glasses just this morning. Ouch! What does Barbi need sunglasses for anyway? She can't see! AND, why do they have to be so damn small that three year-olds would lose them so I can step on them? I hate you, Hasbro! I hate you and all your little pieces! For myself, I've just been thinking. I think today I shall start reading a book. I also have been working on laundry. Yes, the life I lead! LAUNDRY! I have a bunch to do. I have been neglecting that process since Turkey Day. Since I am at my sister's, I figured I can save the $20 by not going to a laundromat. It shouldn't have to cost that much to do laundry. I mean, seriously, don't people bitch about others not being clean? Isn't that our social responsibility to at least be presentable? Laundry should cost mere pennies not mere thousands and thousands of pennies. So, then why must it cost $2,000,000 to do wash and half that to dry for 8 minutes (8 minutes? Who in the world decided that 8 minutes is the optimal time interval for drying? What is the formula? I have yet to read anything about that in any text book. "A(squared) + B (Squared) + $.25 = the square root of 64 minutes). 8 minutes... That makes no sense. And, you have to keep plucking in quarters because those "Industrial Dryers" are 1) not industrial and 2) don't dry! They are merely roller coaster rides for clothing, and one hell of a hypnotic process to watch as a human. Around and around and around and around (maybe, that's why I keep going back?). Then, there is the fact that anywhere I go, half they dryers are broken and the remainder are being used by families with 12 thousand kids. It's insanity! I have a feeling that if I ever have a place with my own washer and dryer, they'd be broken anyway. It's life's reminder that everything should have some sort of hassle. As the saying goes, "Nothing is ever easy." For those who have it easy, you all should be shot and put in an industrial dryer for 8 minutes. Around and around and around. To summarize, there is nothing on my agenda at present, other to complain about society's insistence that we care about personal hygiene and wash and wears, which is nice. I just finished finding the living-room. There were Cheeze-its everywhere. Never! EVER! Buy! CHEEZE-ITS! FOR CHILDREN! So, the after holiday blah begins. Time for lunch. Oh, and I have to fold clothes. Dear lord, laundry sucks ass. Folding is just the big kick in the ass.

Just as a random side thought before I eat food. I was thinking the other day as I was on the roadway. Am I the only person who knows how to drive a damn car?????? What is the thrill of cutting off drivers with this much space between you and the person in front? Perhaps they just finished laundry. In that case, I will forgive them. If not, Bastards! Later.