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LAUNDRY and delirium: The final frontier

So at midnight, I thought "ya know, now's a really good time to do laundry...all 500 lbs of it" and have been up ever since. DELIRIOUS.

Heh. I have a gazillion t-shirts, half of which are just plain white. My sock collection has grown exponentially, too. I think the government implanted a chip in my arm that won't allow me to walk past either a white t-shirt or pair of white socks without BUYING AT LEAST ONE. There's gotta be an explanation as to WHY I feel compelled to have these white socks/t-shirts. I'm ALWAAAAYS broke, so it's kinda stupid, considering how many I already own. In all, I did 12 loads of laundry. WTH. It dawned on me that if I really wanted to, I could go at least a year without ever doing laundry again. That's just...inherently wrong. I've always said "buy well, and you won't have to keep ON buying." This be true. Although I own a ton of whites and undies, they're ALL top shelf. So they've lasted FOREVER. Plus, linens I bought even back in Europe I have to this day. Why? BECAUSE I BOUGHT WELL THE FIRST TIME. I don't have to shop ever again, because ALL my clothes can be rotated back into style. You know you're getting old when your '80s clothes look cool now. Heh. So now, I'm completely delirious (HEYYY S, THANKS), unable to nap, needing desperately to go to the store, and just...drooling. I also had to iron all my linens and t-shirts/jeans/*cough*cottonpanties*cough* so my anal retentive needs have been met. Hahhah haha ha. Something like that. C'mon...does ANYone like sleeping on wrinkled sheets? Nooooooo. NOOOOOO. I've already gone through an entire can of lemon 'Fault' and can't iron anymore. I'm so sad. LOL. NEED MORE. MUST GET MORE STARCH.

S showed up before he went on duty last night, donned in full-on police department gear. COOL! It made me nervous that he had on a bullet-proof vest. I mean, how dangerous is the Birmingham beat? Can't be THAT bad, so I started wondering and asking him why. His response:

I'm not scared of strangers. It's the guys I WORK WITH that worry me.

AHAHAHAHAAHAHA. Yeah. No more recanting stories, because his "cast of characters" would make for good book fodder, if I can remember all the stories and actually get it down.

So I spent a few minutes with him before he went on duty, where he SHOWED OFF A COOL, 8-INCH SWITCHBLADE which was identical to the one I bought in Germany, just bigger. I tried to steal it, but no joy. The REAL FUN came in when he hugged me, and I grabbed his gun, taking it off safety. AHAHAHAHA. HE FLEW ACROSS THE PORCH. Twas funny. I don't know that he's even aware that he did that. He put his hands over his ears, as I AIMED AT BASEBALL BOY'S DECK. WAAAAHAHAHAH. I asked him why he was doing that, and he said something about inner-ear trouble, and how he thought I was actually gonna shoot; and he couldn't handle the noise. Dang. Am I that bad? Er...if S is scared, I'm thinking yeah.

But THE POWER. Feeling smooth metal with a full jacket, knowing I could just start shooting away gave me goosebumps. I was giddy as a schoolgirl. WTH. Something's way wrong with that. He did say he trusted me with it, though, since he knows I can shoot. With accuracy. Which makes me wonder WHY HE TRUSTS ME WITH IT. Heh. :-D

After he left, that's when the laundry notion kicked in. At first, I was literally falling asleep at my computer. Next thing I know, I was up and running. Just weird.

Today, gotta go to the store, my parent's and do some more nesting. I think the empty nest thing is hitting me right now, only in an opposite kind of way. Whatever the case, my whole house smells like Gain and linen-scented Bounce. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Yum.

Whattt the helllll am I talking about?

*runs back to bed*


( 11 whispered — Whisper to me )
Jul. 29th, 2004 08:29 am (UTC)
Hahaha... So what are you going to do with all your bought well stuff?


Jul. 29th, 2004 08:31 am (UTC)

I covet.

Hehehehehe. Ummm...wear them all, until I have to do annual laundry? Hahahahaha.

Gah. I'm delirious. Could you dumb down the question a little bit? Heh hehehe heh.

It's true about buying well (especially purses, shoes and belts). :P
Jul. 29th, 2004 09:14 am (UTC)
You so KLAZY!!! ;)
Jul. 29th, 2004 09:34 am (UTC)
NU HUH!!! HOW SO!!??

You sound like Ward now. Hehheh hehe he.
Jul. 29th, 2004 09:57 am (UTC)
You and your gazillion white t-shirts and doing two tons of laundry all night long. Klazy. Definitely. ;)
Jul. 29th, 2004 09:59 am (UTC)
I FINALLY felt well enough to do it. Which is actually kinda sad, if you think about it, because today? OMG. Painnnnnnnnnnn.
Jul. 29th, 2004 04:09 pm (UTC)
Nothing in the world hurts like a badly ouched toe, that's for sure.
Jul. 29th, 2004 04:10 pm (UTC)

Jul. 30th, 2004 08:30 am (UTC)
*hands you an ice pack and rubs head* rub rub rub
Jul. 30th, 2004 08:31 am (UTC)
Hahaha. I spent ALL NIGHT last night treating this toe like the crowned jewels. LOL. Ice pack, aspirin (er, I hafta take those anyway), elevation, antibiotic cream, etc...now it's just dark red and swollen. Not nearly as bad as yesterday (but don't worry...no photos today :D)
Jul. 30th, 2004 08:34 am (UTC)
At least it's better, though. That's good to hear.
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