judypatricia

What I should have done today was go to the city and pick up a book I need for my class, have lunch with luckyP and do laundry. What I actually did, however, was oversleep, the equivalent of window-shop online, and do laundry...for the first time. Ever. If I were rich, my excuse would be I pay someone to do that kind of stuff for me. But, since I'm not, I can only offer to you that my mother raised me to stay away from the stove, washing machine and dryer. I guess she figured she'd teach me basic skills such as separating the whites and boiling water sometime when I got older. Some kids end up in therapy due to their parents' divorce; I just never was taught how to wash my clothes myself.

Laundry day means wearing sweatpants and ugly t-shirts until you've cleaned everything else. When I tell you I look my best in my ratty old Pumas, with the bottom of my pants tucked into my socks, take my word for it.

(Now's about the time where I digress and talk of nothing following a coherent train of thought.)

I have a habit of starting a lot of sentences with "And" and "But."

I not too long ago tripped on and smashed a half-empty box of Rice Krispies cereal. Subsequently, I wasn't pleased with having to pick crumbs out of my carpet. And I have a hard time hearing or reading the word "carpet" without simultaneously hearing or reading the word "vagina."

I'm curious as to the correlation between active SG members and cat ownership.

And to a lesser extent, I'd like a hug.