mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
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rune stars say "sad bad"

wasn't a blue ribbon night, more of an inauspicious fog. gandalf, set the trees ablaze! the great goblin me tromped from his lair with a bag of laundry on his shoulder. well, several bags, actually. here is how laundry works? jenny sorts it, then we have sex, then i throw it into the cart. last night's haul came to five bags, plus the plastic bag with the detergent & my book (viriconium) in it. oh, note to self, we're out of fabric softener drier sheets. then i push this precarious cart down two blocks to the all-night joint, & get a-tumbling. last night's episode was adorned with a seven (7) year old kid riding her scooter around the place. don't you have a mother (mom) to tell you to stop that, you animal?

also, the movie dodge ball, which the fucking people changed once the dodge ball game was over. you fucking idiots, the only good jokes are after that point! the actual point of the movie isn't the game you dolts! it is a comedy! people who leave movies after the climax are so baffling to me. like-- did you think that was the point of the movie? no! the climax isn't the point, it is a point! you wait for the point to turn into a line, for the line to hopefully turn into a shape!

after i move the laundry over to the drier, i bring the delicates back to the apartment & down a beer rather quickly. then it is off to the races! where i again ran into some trouble-- the bath mat? was still a little wet, & the other laundry had eleven minutes (:11) or so to go, so i chucked another quarter in. then when i finished taking the other laundry out, i couldn't find the mat for the bathroom! i did find it shortly thereafter-- the fucking workers had taken it out & thrown it in a basket! it couldn't have been done for more than a minute, a literal minute (:01), sixty seconds (00:60). jenny fed me more beer when i got home to calm me down, but then it was her turn to flip out. she'd forgotten to include her pants in the wash, & there frankly wasn't any way i was going back out-- i was tired. she flung herself across the couch with frustration & kicked! which i found amusing, which she was not in the mood for. so we watched the end of mad men (a show i don't give a fuck about) & then i went to bed.
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