Screaming at Laundry

Maybe you don't.

But if you have severe mood swings (like me, the BEST example of the worst kind of nerdy asocial teenager), have you ever had one of those days where something

really really dumb happens

and it sends you over the edge?

Today started out fine. I woke up a little late and had cake for breakfast. (Do you see this? I look like I eat cake or pie or cookies or a bowl of butter or the entire country of Switzerland for every single meal. Until I started writing about this stuff, I didn't realize that I ingest so much sugar and call it a meal. One day you'll see "Today, after my midmorning snack of a whole Cadbury's factory...") And that is a good start to the day, negative body image or not. Then I went to the library and got my summer reading books (ugh) and avoided reading them by reading Dearly Devoted Dexter, which makes me want to duct tape my eyes shut. But in a good way. There isn't a good way. But this book is creepy right from the start. Feeling comfortable? BAM! Shameful game of Kick-the-Can! Murdering pedophile! Bad fashion sense!

Anyway, then I did some things which weren't too bad.

But then- then, my mother told my brother and me to go take care of the laundry, and this already sounds like a first-world problem.

I usually have no problem doing this. My mother does a lot, and the least I can do as her child is empty the damn washing machine when she asks me to.

But my nerves. I'm not even sure what happened. Because I was just traipsing downstairs kind of like this

only not quite as happily because come on, guys, I was going to sort out laundry-
and then-

I'm not really sure how it happened. But I ended up having a screaming match with the laundry, which wasn't responding to me, and throwing clothes into the laundry basket, saying something like "Stupid laundry! ENH! Stupid t-shirt! ENH! Stupid pants! ENH!" and it was really dumb and so was I and I just ended up putting away the laundry and not mentioning this to anyone I know. Except the Internet, which is, in the end, the second-wisest option.

And this is why you shouldn't do laundry. It's super aggravating. Just buy new clothes and stuff the other ones under the bed. Or make a bed out of your old laundry or whatever, I don't know. That's what I do.

Quote for Friday, July 8, 2011:

There is more treasure in books than in all the pirate's loot on Treasure Island*.

-Walt Disney

*Which was, incidentally, a book. Hmm?

Muse for Today:

This blog, which is probably the funniest blog I have ever read in my life. This post from that blog is also an extremely hilarious post. I only feel bad that I didn't discover this blog a long time ago. Also, this tumblr, because it combines clothes and Disney, which are two things that I appreciate very much.