Continuing my annual tradition of forgetting to mention this early enough to potentially do me any good, here's where I point to the "buy crap" icon atop the navigation bar on the left and note that if you are going to purchase items from Amazon.com this holiday season, you can give me about 4% of the price by doing so in a browser session begun through that link. Any why wouldn't you? I do so much for you, what with sometimes updating as often as twice a week. kthx mryxmas!
In more substantial but less greedy news, what the fuck is so hard about pouring clothes detergent into the fucking hole on top of the washing machine? I never understand why all the machines in laundromats are just covered with spots of liquid and clumps of granulated soap; you assholes paid money for that stuff, and you're paying money to get your clothing clean, and the two work better in conjunction. But the practice of slobbery has become an art at the machines in my apt complex's laundry room.
In a way it's reassuring; I know if I ever run out of detergent I can do at least two loads for free just by scraping off the coral reef accumulations of old soap that crusts the opening, like white and blue canker sores on Paris Hilton's diseased vagina. But at the same time... what the fuck? Are people handing the brimming full soap cup to their 4 y/o's and picking them up and leaning them over, so they'll get early practice at the task that will be their primary occupation in adult life? I can't see how any adult with the competence to operate a washing machine could be so fucking clumsy.
My favorite part is that people just leave the mess there. Forever. If only they had some sort of cloth items near at hand when they spilled? Like say, articles of clothing that could be used to wipe up the mess, and that were destined to very soon be covered in soap and water? Oh well, can't really blame anyone for the mess when there's nothing at hand to clean it up with.
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