The Thirteen Tales

Two freshman girls, taught me how to do laundry. I took a photo of my first load, and yet, I can't remember what their names were.

I'm not anal retentive about laundry. Throw it all in the machine, and soap, hit start. Done.

There is a school of thought which believes all jeans should be washed, colors should be seperated, perm press, cold wash, warm dry, theory. I don't buy into this school.

I've washed everything: underware, shirts, socks, wool, sheets, curtains, wigs, nylons, carmex, floss, toothpast, snot rags, ciggarette butts, lighters. You get the drift.

My mom, when she gets the opportunity, gives me the laundry lecture. So far I'm up to about 45 lessons or lectures, with and without practicle demenstrations. Obviously if you fail, your condemned to repeat it. My version of hell.

Obviouse to say, I don't listen. But I'm getting better, and they know me at the dry cleaning place by name.

I'm in the process of doing two loads of laundry. Part of my to-do list, I need to start hacking on.

When I took the first load out of the dryer, I had to laugh.

Ball Point Pen. In six pieces.

FUCK.