The wheels of time, forever churning like my washing machine and my drier.
Seriously how is there so much laundry all the damn time?
I feel like I'm going to spend most of my life sifting through mounds of clothes.. and there's the ironing, the stacking, the suicide.
gah!
Seriously how is there so much laundry all the damn time?
I feel like I'm going to spend most of my life sifting through mounds of clothes.. and there's the ironing, the stacking, the suicide.
gah!