April 2nd, 2004

flavored with age

Clam-MAY!

Okay, here's something I really, really, really hate: sometimes, when you are a lazy fat sack of crap like me, you wait about a month between laundry days. So, when you actually do go to the laundromat, you end up doing about 57 loads of laundry. And even though you run them through those industrial-sized dryers you could fit three Sydney Greenstreets into, and you dry them for about an hour and a half, sometimes they are still damp, especially hoodies and jeans and shit like that. Only you don't know that they're still damp, because the dampness is masked by the heat of the dryer, see? The clothes feel warm and dry, even though they're not really dry. And so you take 'em home, and you hang 'em up still warm, and then a few days later you slip a pair of jeans over your jumbo can, AND YOU WALK AROUND ALL DAY FEELING LIKE YOU JUST FELL INTO THE TOILET WHILE TAKING A DUMP.

I hate that.

On the other hand, though: baseball!

P.S. Have you noticed that the more HTML you write, the quicker you can type it? I can breeze through an italics tag easier than I can spell the word "recidivist".