Laundry
Mood:  don't ask
In my own opinion, one of the most intimate aspects of any person's life is their laundry. Think about it, not only does it smell like you, but it tells a story. Every stain, every weird odor, clearly states what you've been doing with yourself for the past two weeks since you last did the wash. And furthermore, your laundry basket is filled to the brim with underthings that no one usually sees except yourself (and if you're lucky) your significant other. But if you're like me, living in an apartment building specifically geared towards students, hipsters, and other low-income fringe of society types, you are well aware of the concept of the communal wash room. To make everyone's experience a little more pleasant, consider these rules.
1. If you put your clothes into one of the washers or dryers, do everyone a favor and check your watch. Come back for it in half an hour.
2. If you fail to come back, please don't give the person who needed to use the machine an attitude for moving your clothes.
3. Don't attempt to "really show" the person who moved your clothes into the dryer by leaving them in the dryer for an hour and a half, as if daring me to transfer them from the dryer to the laundry basket, after it's already been established that I'm in a rush to finish my laundry.
4. For god's sake, don't return to the laundry room after you FINALLY move your clothes out of the dryer and proceed to really teach me a lesson by opening the dryer door so that when I return in the specified 30 minutes, my clothes are still wet. It's not my fault you were too busy boning or watching Montel Williams or whatever people like you do that's more important than being a good neighbor.

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Welcome
Mood:  chillin'
Now Playing: Certain Songs by The Hold Steady
So I guess that I'm just like most twenty-somethings in the sense that I see myself as the main character of some epic story. Sometimes it's a novel, sometimes a movie, sometimes it's just a 90-minute long concept album about a girl who does something that makes the writer fall in love with her and want to slit his wrists if he can't kiss her. Thus, I've created a medium to express myself and hopefully generate so much internet buzz that I'll be asked to do some two-bit VH1 celebreality show (a girl can dream, can't she?)