1. Thursday, June 30, 2016

    but first, a selfie 

    selfie

    some days i dont wanna drive.

    some days i dont wanna write.

    some days i just wanna go home, collect my dirty laundry and go to the coin laundry.

    i wrote my landlady at the beginning of the year to see if i can get a washer dryer. she never responded.

    probably because she knows she cant legally say no and it will break her heart to say yes because im paying maybe 1/2 what the going rate is for this apartment and she wants me out.

    on the other hand a washer dryer, a good one, costs about a grand.

    my trips to the coin laundry costs maybe $8. which means i would have to do laundry 125 times to break even.

    currently i go to the laundry about once a month. maybe every three weeks.

    so maybe i go 18 times a year.

    so i wouldnt break even for 7 years.

    on one hand its a royal pain to go to the coin laundry but on the other hand you see things there you wouldnt see in the back of your apartment.

    yesterday i saw a man sitting on a bench enjoying his chicken and a tall bud light.

    a nice mexican man wearing a cowboy hat.

    was he doing his laundry? who knows.

    i was, and i put a brown towel in with my whites, i poured some bleach in there

    and now i have a peach towel.

    upgrade.