It seems to me, which is the only person it seems to matter to, that I never have anything to write about when everything is copacetic.
ten mins later: copacetic is quite a pretentious word, but then again so is pretentious. I could have just said "when everything is going well"
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Tooth Fairy
"Got any socks"(?)
I am not sure if that should be followed by a question mark or not.
Doing laundry where I live is an adventure. Doing anything where I live is an adventure.
At any given time the laundry mat may have a drug deal going on or some manner of homeless frogger tournament happening. Also, Creepy laundry is run by a cross dressing dwarf. I am not making that up. I couldn't. People would think I was lying. He rides a bike (normal). He has a pony tail (normal if he is Italian or time traveled from the 80's). He wears a skirt (typical for where I live, what with all the Kilts and all). He lives in the laundry mat (yes, behind the dryers. . .take it in. . .breath it in like dryer sheets in spring). -This. . .no wait this requires seven dashes. . .on a separate line
-------This is the most normal thing about the Spooky Town Laundrizzel. If you counted those dashes to see if there in fact are seven7, smack yourself.
I do laundry a lot. I only have three work uniforms and I get old lady peed on Le frequent. Insert R-Kelly joke here. Also, I counted the dashes and like things clean. CLeanCLeanCLean
Last time I ventured to Soap, Suds, and Vagrants I was confronted with that sentence. "Got any socks" (?) It was quite clear I did. I was folding them and had a pile of about ten in front of me. I keep my head phones in but turned low for just such, wait come again, moments.
"Pull your ears out" My headphones? Threat to tear my ears out in exchange for socks?
Seeing as I was just going to keep staring at him. He decided to barter. Old timey trade going down in the Wash-n-Rinse, ow was that a needle! Taking out a container he poured what was inside on the counter. Container, counter, pour, my face slide to the floor. So there I was, because I had no where else to be, Standing in front of a man wearing a leopard coat, smelling remarkable like Gin/pee/frat couches/ and old moustache clippings. And teeth. The container was filled with teeth. Dentures? no that would be too, umm, sane? They were teeth of varying sizes and cavity filled holyness.
You got any socks. No not floss or perhaps a spare dentist in my pants? Warm socks fix almost everything.
I did and he shambled out saying something to the effect of my headphones would give me an aneurysm. Perhaps if he had told me they would give gingivitis I would have take it with a grain of laundry detergent and salt.
I am not sure if that should be followed by a question mark or not.
Doing laundry where I live is an adventure. Doing anything where I live is an adventure.
At any given time the laundry mat may have a drug deal going on or some manner of homeless frogger tournament happening. Also, Creepy laundry is run by a cross dressing dwarf. I am not making that up. I couldn't. People would think I was lying. He rides a bike (normal). He has a pony tail (normal if he is Italian or time traveled from the 80's). He wears a skirt (typical for where I live, what with all the Kilts and all). He lives in the laundry mat (yes, behind the dryers. . .take it in. . .breath it in like dryer sheets in spring). -This. . .no wait this requires seven dashes. . .on a separate line
-------This is the most normal thing about the Spooky Town Laundrizzel. If you counted those dashes to see if there in fact are seven7, smack yourself.
I do laundry a lot. I only have three work uniforms and I get old lady peed on Le frequent. Insert R-Kelly joke here. Also, I counted the dashes and like things clean. CLeanCLeanCLean
Last time I ventured to Soap, Suds, and Vagrants I was confronted with that sentence. "Got any socks" (?) It was quite clear I did. I was folding them and had a pile of about ten in front of me. I keep my head phones in but turned low for just such, wait come again, moments.
"Pull your ears out" My headphones? Threat to tear my ears out in exchange for socks?
Seeing as I was just going to keep staring at him. He decided to barter. Old timey trade going down in the Wash-n-Rinse, ow was that a needle! Taking out a container he poured what was inside on the counter. Container, counter, pour, my face slide to the floor. So there I was, because I had no where else to be, Standing in front of a man wearing a leopard coat, smelling remarkable like Gin/pee/frat couches/ and old moustache clippings. And teeth. The container was filled with teeth. Dentures? no that would be too, umm, sane? They were teeth of varying sizes and cavity filled holyness.
You got any socks. No not floss or perhaps a spare dentist in my pants? Warm socks fix almost everything.
I did and he shambled out saying something to the effect of my headphones would give me an aneurysm. Perhaps if he had told me they would give gingivitis I would have take it with a grain of laundry detergent and salt.
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