what the bloggery

Ugh. You know it’s been way too long since you’ve done your fucking laundry when you start to feel like an archaeologist excavating layers and layers of earth that encompasses several thousand years. I used to own only enough clothes to run one load of laundry. That was it. I could only go about a week before I was literally out of things to wear. Now, apparently, I can go more than a month (two?) before I start noticing certain key articles of clothing have gone MIA.

Yesterday, the cats could probably hear me babbling to myself as I dug through these layers of clothing. It sounded an awful lot like this:

“What the fuck is this—blue pants? Whose fucking pants are these!? I don’t own any—oh wait. I guess they’re mine. When the fuckshit did I buy blue pants? Oh hey, I remember this shirt—I wore it to the Hullabaloo. Wait. The Hullabaloo was like a fucking month ago. Oh my god what is wrong with me.”

Yeah, I kind of swear a lot. Oh, the “Hullabaloo” was a Bookstore thing. It was pretty great until Casey sat at our table. Then Jason and I drunkenly talked about hot guys. I love my freakin’ coworkers.

I can’t remember why I’m making this lame-ass post.

(Yes, Nat, I owe you an Iron Man post. It’s half-done! :D)

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