Laundromats

So usually I do my laundry in the facuility behind my apartment. It's a tiny room with very few machines available but it is for the residents of the apartments around mine. But there is no change machine there and half of the time the machines just eat up your quarters. So, playing it safe, I drove several blocks away to a popular laundromat to do wash my clothes.

This is not my first time in one of these places. Sometimes, when we travel, I also do laundry in public laundry service places. And let me tell you. There are some weird people who hang out in these places. I mean I think I'm probably getting grouped into some weird category too, so who the Hell am I to talk, but still.

When traveling, we usually do our laundry late at night to not disturb our day plans. There are some seriously sketchy people who hangout there late at night. And some during the day.

Like check this guy here right now. I'm loading up my washers and look up at him over by the dryers. He's already unloaded his machine and is folding his laundry. Which, for a college guy, seems odd in the first place. Important to note: he's alone. Just him. By himself. The next thing I notice is the 36DD on top of the folded clothes. Uhhh what??? Then I see in his hands a very short, very tight, and very purple slut dress. So either this fellow is a cross dresser and not afraid to show it, or some woman in his life is crackin a whip. She managed to get him to take her laundry, along with his, to a laundromat and make him take care of it on his own. Maybe in the private of your own home/apt that's fine, but to make this poor bastard cart around your skanky clothes and undergarments in public?? I felt bad for the guy. I almost offered to help him find his balls.

The other people I felt bad for today was a group of mentally handicapped young adults. Maybe the boys were adults, or at least around my age. I'm just awful at determining ages. But, alas, it wasn't their handicap that made me feel bad for them. It seemed to me that they had two women who were their caretakers during the day. And the women dragged this group with them so that they could do their laundry. Not the boys' laundry, the womens'. Wow. What a great field trip and group activity. I thought it was one of the rudest things. Making them go with you so you can run errands when they have no authority to stop you?

The serious weirdos don't appear until night. They are usually the old men who have no real place to be and just hang out there because there aren't attendants to kick them out. They aren't doing laundry... But they will watch you do yours. They will watch you walk out to your car and struggle to unlock the door with your bag of clean clothes. Yeah. Avoid those fuckers. Don't go to laundromat after dark. It doesn't matter if it seems safe in the light, everything gets fucking creepy at night.

So you've had a bad day.

Everyone has bad days. Not the days where things are going just okay- not great but not miserable. The I want to cry my eyes out and throw balloons full of paint and the walls and stand under a hot shower for an hour followed by heavy drinking and more crying. Those kinds of bad days. I was starting down that road and turned to the internet to see if there was something to make me feel better. And a solution was found.

If you are every alone, if you ever need to cry, if you need a little boost to your awful day, you need to go to the website below. It will lift your spirit just a little. It is amazing what strangers can do for you.

So smile because you are lovely and things will work out.
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The hyperlink is right above in case you missed it.

Distraction #2

So I love coffee. I can't drink it black, but share your sugar with me and I'll get up on that. I mean I'll still drink lattes and stuff too. I don't do frappucinos unless I want an icy milkshake. Because they are not really coffee. Don't argue- you know I'm right.

But I hate how it's a diuretic. I swear I pee all the time when I drink a lot of it. Like every 10 minutes. And the times that I drink it the most is when I fight the will to crash on the next surface that can fit my body on it and sleep there. So basically when I have exams to take. I can drink cup after cup after cup. I've already had 3. And haven't paid for one yet. BOOYAH.

So since I've been studying the same material for the entire day, my brain is saying "Darling, it's been a pleasure. But no one can deal with this conditions. So when you give it a rest for a bit, I will come back to you and we can work things out." You cannot really fight with that. You can try but it's a losing battle.

Also, I think drinking too much coffee causes heartburn. I think this because my chest is killing me right now. Like BURNING via hydrochloric acid spurting up through the cardiac sphincter because it isn't closing all the way. Yeah that's right, my exam tomorrow is on anatomy. Deal. But for real, I think I need to take a break from coffee for the night.

And here goes my caffeine crash. I better find a place to fall asleep fast before I pass out. And preferably not the floor this time.

Distraction #1

So here it begins. This going to be short as I need to return to research. But I just finished 1000 words and deserve a break. And some cake.

I like to be a boy scout. No not like the girls who troll for guys and are trying to get up on that. Like the small children who join a nationwide club. Always prepared. I'm pretty sure that's a motto of theirs. I mean they need to know how to tie like 50 different knots and how to start a fire or cut shit or something. I'm not talking about being prepared for wilderness. I just mean I like being prepared for everyday life.

Like I am stocked up on medicines. You never know when you need NyQuil or decongestants or melatonin or Tylenol. I like to be prepared for things. But I was not aware I was down to 3 Kleenex. ONLY 3! And WHAM! I've been hit with a cold. Talk about awful timing. I need to get so much done and I don't even have anything soft to wipe the snot off my face. Oh and it's crappy weather out and is supposed to rain all day. So do I really want to go walking around in that? No. But do I want to use napkins to blow my nose? No. I usually always have at least 2 boxes of tissues in my room. And the fact that I don't is killing me. Killing. Me.

I suggest this to you: go by more Kleenex. You never know when you're going to get sick. And while you're at it, I would go buy lots of drugs, put them all in one pill bottle, and carry them with you at all times. Being a walking pharmacy gets you a lot of friends. Trust me, I know.

Seizure dancing.

I wish dancing wasn't so stupid nowadays. Yeah I totally just want to grind my ass up on a dick all night long. That sounds like exactly what I want to do. I need a dance break... QUICK! WHERE CAN I GYRATE MY BODY?!

Okay okay sometimes I'm down for that. But have you ever watched Grease and been like damn, I wish we did that. That had some good moves. A guy and gal dancing together face to face without crotches touching?! What?!?

Yeah I think it's fun. I know basic salsa moves and wish I knew more. It is so much more fun than grinding. If you think your ass rubbing on someone's crotch is sexy, just imagine the heat and passion involved in salsa for a second. You not knowing where the dance will lead you as you follow his moves. Spinning around, twisting and turning, freedom to move and close to each other but not breaking the boundary between each other. Now that's hot.

But what about when you don't have a partner?

The other night I went to the Avicii concert. I would say that I'm kind of a closet club head. I really do like techno. I've been to concerts for techno artists like Groove Coverage and been to a few clubs in my day. I don't often get to let that side of my out. So when I got a free ticket, I was overjoyed. Thank the lord baby Jesus I was only with 1 other person I knew there. Because I promise you, I looked like a freak.

The concert was not in an auditorium or place with open floor space. There were seats everywhere. Assigned seats, but if you're just two attractive girls moving your body people will pretty much just let you go wherever you want. So we got about 10 rows closer than our tickets. But what I was saying was that there were seats preventing much physical interaction between human beings. And trust me, I needed the space.
               I am dead sure the Koreans next to me and frat boys behind me thought I was having seizures the entire night. When I can feel music in my body, you know, when the bass comes through the speakers and travels into your skin and around your body into your heart, I die. Almost. And boy oh boy, when that bass drops, I cannot be held responsible for the movement my body makes. My body was shaking and my hips were rocking. My arms were pounding and flying around. I had goosebumps. I could've just been at the concert by myself and rocked out like I did and not have cared at all. I got to let loose in a way very few people have actually seen. Because I look like I'm having some sort of attack and my body is breaking.

Not really sure how this all connects. Definitely don't care. But next time you see some tall bitch having a standing seizure, rest assured that she is actually dancing. And it's probably me.

Long time, short post.

So I haven't been on here in a while. Don't worry, if you actually check to see if I've blogged, there should be a decent amount of posts coming up. Finals are coming up. And you know what that means... Time for distractions!

Also, the dashboard has changed. When did that happen?

But I have a list on my phone of different ideas of what to blog about. And they will have attention given to them probably starting this weekend. So get ready for randomness!

I need a distraction... you need a distraction... it's a lose-lose situation! Where we end up winning?

Rape vans

I have had extended conversations about this topic with my mother. You know those vans, the ones that are usually all white that seem to just prowl the neighborhood. The ones that are always shown in movies with the bad guys hanging out in. The ones with the pedophiles in them asking little children if they want some candy. The ones that whisk people away in the middle of the night. Or day I supposed.

There are laws in several places that don't allow cars to have tinted windows. It prevents officers of the law from looking in and discovering something illegal or being able to identify persons inside the vehicle. If there are laws against having tinted windows, how is it okay for vans to exclude windows?? There is no chance for the cops to even look inside! Why would a personal vehicle not want windows? Windows let in the sunlight and let your prisoner see the gorgeous environment. The also let people see the young woman you have bound and gagged in the back. And if you have a woman trapped in the back of your car and you plan on doing illegal things to her, then you deserve to rot in jail.

I can maybe understand a business not having windows to make it more difficult to see the equipment and no one wants to break into a van to steal something if what is in there isn't even valuable. Criminals only put in the effort to break into a car if they are going to get something out of it. So if they don't see anything worth taking, they will move onto something better. But there shouldn't be anything that crazy in the back of your personal car.

I don't think cars should be allowed to eliminate windows if they can't tint their windows. It's dumb.

"Please pull up your pants and go away."