Thursday, January 26, 2006
When House Appliances Go Bad..
Change of gear..
This Iraqi man & his 3ood shall be my undoing
Blogging from a study break... I'm sick of school.
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My pride has been dealt the ultimate blow..
I woke up to find that I have exhausted every clean article of clothing that I own. I had even migrated to the second stage; wearing old pieces that are clearly out of fashion whilst avoiding human contact (the virtues of a break..) and exhausted those too.
Thank goodness I still had an hour before I had to leave; I quickly dumped my hamper out and proceeded to separate my laundry into piles.
Now my system is quite effective, I would recommend it to everyone. None of that whites pile, colored pile, and jeans mumbo-jumbo.
I implement the Two Pile System of Governance: (Avert your eyes mother.. this'll hurt)
-Things I like -- referred to lovingly as TIK.
-Things I don't care about (or they're sturdy enough to resist temptations of defilement by other evil leaky pieces.)
The pile of TIK and I operate on good faith.. I like them-- slip them some extra fabric softener when the other piles aren't looking-- and in return they promise to be good to one another.
So I shoved TIK--which is now huge thanks to two weeks of neglect-- into the washer, crossed my fingers for good measure (essential step in the system), turned the sucker on, and parked myself at the computer for the wait.
Half an hour later the washer suddenly started rocking and racketing like there was no tomorrow. In a panic I put it off... after staring at it for 5 minutes I realized I couldn't exactly go out in my birthday suit (yes, tempting.. but impractical). So I turned it on again after a good kick, because that's what we do in this scientific day and age when things go awry-- kick them.
It now rocked and practically hopped off the floor...
So what was I to do but... jump on it.
It actually worked for a while there. It just kind of hummed.. and I figured I could just perch on there until it was done. Then out of no where that son of a bitch heaves, sputters, and throoows me off crashing me onto the wall across the narrow hall.
and there you have it..
I got beat up by a washer... and I think it might've copped a feel too.
Top that.
P.S-- to you perverts wondering what I'm wearing now... you're gonna have to buy me dinner first.
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14 Comments:
hehe it sounds like a scene out of a sitcom or comedy ;P~
ishda3wa u kicked it.. but seems to have worked, so i guess u're mechanically in the know..
good techniques ;p~
Happens to me too!
Not the beign thrown off the machine.. but the rocking insanely- I've figured out why.
The machine is too full. That happens alot- for the same reason. Not doing my laundry often enough.
Its ok.. My advice: Let it rock.. It will stop eventually :)
What are you wearing? :p
As for separating clothes and all that fun stuff..I'm a guy and our clothes aren't that sophisticated. I'll separate them depending on the number of quarters I have..
Charisma:
Ya I'm pretty much a one woman show... I manage to keep myself quite entertained. The kick seems to have angered it... and my foot hurts. I'd recommend an alternative mode of action.
Bubba dearest:
I actually looked around to see if anyone witnessed my brawl and the subsequent.. err.. compromising.. sprawl.
and it's ok, I wanna see you nekkid too. We'll exchange videos in the tropics.
arabchick:
loool.. I knew it was something to do with the load. Though you'd think a heavy load would weigh it down..
Laundry defies the laws of physics.
Malik:
Thank you! I'll check it out as soon as I can.
Meesh:
That's between me and him..
Lets just say it's the best action I got all month..
Then again-- that doesn't vouch for much does it?
Sami:
I like Italian.
If I had to lug my laundry somewhere to do it, the birthday suit would suddenly become very practical.
bubba:
Self-assured are we?
Very well then, bring reference letters--a quality assurance report perhaps?--and your breeches.. I'll bring my corsets.
Do not mock the washer. He can take you.
LOL... God help the washer :p You're freaking her out < Am I doing that weird thing again? talking about solid items as living things??? :s
anyway, good luck ;)
And here I was, sitting by the PC, typing my life away while being as bored as hell and thinking that nothing interesting could be going around the Blog-sphere.
I've never been so wrong in my life, except whenever I take an exam :P
That sure sounded like fun! When are you two doing that again?
HAHAHA that is so funny! So what happened to your clothes??
Mo:
At least you're not fighting with them ay?
Mochness:
I live to entertain.. tell me when you're next bored and I'll be sure to duel with the ironing board.
After I buy one.
Sedna:
Hopefully never. Someone better start doing my wash.. like-- the neighbors?
Miyafushi:
Thankfully it was at the end that it did that.. so I just dumped them in the dryer for a reeeally long time.. where some shrunk.. but oh well-- a reason for me to diet.
Noted :D
Or maybe you should keep in mind some of things mommy said once upon a time :P Like, "Don't put off for tomorrow what you can do today" hehe then you won't have to blog about ur washing machine =)
Mochness:
:)
Sedna:
Mother's just glad I'm doing my wash.. she never thought I would grow out of the spoiled days.
daredevil:
I'm tempted to reply with "interesting"..
But I'll just say thank you.
I fall asleep in movies if I eat before heh..
snoring in the middle.. very unattractive if you ask me..
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