Laundry Day!
Sep. 18th, 2006 10:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hiddenmuse{Transcribed from an entry written earlier in the night - in a notebook}
I'm at one of the neighborhood laundromats - one that's about two-ish blocks from home, and fairly busy for a Monday night, so I don't feel uncomfortable being here. Kellie says that laundromats are depressing places, and I disagree. To me, it's a good place to go - to get those seventeen loads of laundry (major exaggeration, I promise) done at one time, and think ... or read the cheesy tabloids left behind by fellow launderers.
When I lived in St. Louis, and had to go to the laundromat in a neighborhood that was considered sketchy (it didn't bother me) - one that I lived in, no less! - I would bring a psychiatry book with me, because it seemed like no one would fuck with *anyone* reading a book with "Psychiatry" in the title. Probably thought I had several screws loose or something.
Besides, the sounds of the washers and dryers can be almost relaxing. And did I mention that as a kid, I used to love the scent of those Bounce dryer sheets - while they were being used in the dryer? Yeah ... I'd play outside, near the dryer vent, just to smell the Bounce. It was like we were huffing Bounce or something ... crazy kids.
Clothes fresh out of the dryer, all nice and warm? Love! I swear to God, and Everyone Else, I don't have a laundry fetish or anything. Really, I don't. But, who doesn't love the feel of their clothes just out of the dryer?
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some clothes to retrieve from the dryer. :)
p.s. from home: The bitch about the laundromat is coming home. Carrying an insane amount of laundry (probably 25 - 30 lbs, easily) strapped across my back, walking uphill, feeling like the White Girl version of a Diego Rivera painting or something.
I'm at one of the neighborhood laundromats - one that's about two-ish blocks from home, and fairly busy for a Monday night, so I don't feel uncomfortable being here. Kellie says that laundromats are depressing places, and I disagree. To me, it's a good place to go - to get those seventeen loads of laundry (major exaggeration, I promise) done at one time, and think ... or read the cheesy tabloids left behind by fellow launderers.
When I lived in St. Louis, and had to go to the laundromat in a neighborhood that was considered sketchy (it didn't bother me) - one that I lived in, no less! - I would bring a psychiatry book with me, because it seemed like no one would fuck with *anyone* reading a book with "Psychiatry" in the title. Probably thought I had several screws loose or something.
Besides, the sounds of the washers and dryers can be almost relaxing. And did I mention that as a kid, I used to love the scent of those Bounce dryer sheets - while they were being used in the dryer? Yeah ... I'd play outside, near the dryer vent, just to smell the Bounce. It was like we were huffing Bounce or something ... crazy kids.
Clothes fresh out of the dryer, all nice and warm? Love! I swear to God, and Everyone Else, I don't have a laundry fetish or anything. Really, I don't. But, who doesn't love the feel of their clothes just out of the dryer?
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some clothes to retrieve from the dryer. :)
p.s. from home: The bitch about the laundromat is coming home. Carrying an insane amount of laundry (probably 25 - 30 lbs, easily) strapped across my back, walking uphill, feeling like the White Girl version of a Diego Rivera painting or something.
