Today was a monumental day for me. At age 28, I went to my first laundry mat. I had kinda romanticized this event thanks to the movies but was thoroughly let down. There were zero cute girls to wink at me or make small talk with, just a variety of miserable looking foreigners. So I tried passing the time by staring into the industrial sized dryers spinning round and round to see if I would daze off into some drug-like daydream. Not so. But, my brain did wander enough to come to the disgusting conclusion that every person in that laundry mat was either going commando (like me) or down to their nappiest pair of undies.
Fuck the romance, the movies are bullshit. From now on I’m going to do everything in my power to postpone this wink-less foray into the blue collar world. I’m going to be a lot more selective with what makes it into the hamper. Simply being worn does not constitute entrance into club LaunderLand. Even after unpacking from a weekend trip, the ol’ throw everything in the laundry bin is a thing of the past. There will be a lot more armpit smelling going on in my house.
i think that for your next post you should rant and rave about the advent of broad spectrum blogging; that’s right folks, and you thought that blogs were reserved political pundits, agitated professionals, unemployed novelists, and other similarily interesting people. tisk tisk shame on you i say!
of course, while ranting / taking umbrage with the explosion of mundane bloggery, you’d undoubtedly have to remark on the irony inherent in a blog-based rant criticizing the exact medium that gives you a voice. hmm sounds like an interesting exercise to me. i’m looking forward to reading it [i.e. in other words few things would be more interesting than reading a 150 word "you know what sucks piece?" re blogs in a blog featuring notable discussion points such as laundry mats, cross walks, and 12 dollar car washes - don't question my logic, it's impeccable!
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