if there was a laundry song, i'd quote it

it's 5:30 am, what better time to do laundry? no rush for the machines. no fighting over dryers. also, i don't have to hide my thongs from anyone or my scooby doo skivvies neither.

it's a challenge to even find the laundry room in this dorm. it's on the first floor and you have to take the back elevator. the ghettovator, we call it. someone has written this on the door: "ass cheese" and this on the wall: "for sex call ghettovator." after reading them, i'm pretty aware of the fact i don't have any socks or shoes on. i hope i'm not stepping in cum.

we have top loading machines here. fancy. it feels like a real laundry room and not the fake one i was used to in my past residence hall.

i have to follow the directions since i'm not "miss independent."

#1 pour laundry detergent in approximately 3/4 cup
#2 pile shit in washer
#3 close lid
#4 place quarters slowly into our slit
#5 pick setting
#6 go away

it's number 1 where things start to go wrong. i put my clothes in first even though i know the detergent goes in before the clothes. i have to take everything out and than pour the woolite in, and than put everything in again. then i get to the quarter part, 1 quarter 2 quarter...wait...2 quarter....for some reason the quarter is slightly misformed on one of the edges. i keep placing it in hoping i can jam it into the machine. 2 quarter. again and again. it's stuck. 2 quarter is not budging. i do not panic.

i have to use another machine, i guess. this time no quarters stick and i remember to put the clothes in second, but i can't help thinking the process went a little too smoothly and right now my clothes are vomited all over the 1st floor.
 
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