Haven’t had an in-unit washer and dryer in seven years. That’s a quarter of my life! Even back then though, the washer only worked if we ran the garden hose to it, and the dryer didn’t dry as much it just spun stuff around for an hour. College.
Anyways, we’ve now acquired this prestigious city living status, and I gotta say, it’s a beautiful thing.
Whenever I blow my nose, it reminds me of a Rorschach test.
Said the same thing six years ago. The difference is, I thought it was artistic then. Now I see it’s just cowardice, and hurting what’s important. I’m trying.
