Laundry Day

I personally can't stand doing my laundry. Hate it, actually. You know, I'm excited because I've finally decided to move back home. Do you know what moving back home means????? A laundry room that is actually in the same building as me... and... it's right next door to my room!!!! YAY!!!!

Seriously, the laundry room isn't even in a central location of the apartment complex. You have to walk a block to get to and from the place! Really? Who designed this place... they need to be fired.

If you walk into one of our basic apartments in the complex. It's almost as if they think we are anorexic or something because for four people, four grown adults, there is only one large 3 shelved cupboard and one very slim 3 shelved cupboard..... wow. smart there einstein. Oh, and since when is it logical to have a smaller than normal fridge and freezer for the same amount of people that have different eating habits, likes and dislikes? We have three types of milk in the fridge!!!! (Three because one of my roommates and myself switches back and forth to who pays for a gallon of milk. We use it pretty equally so it's a good set up)

Also, the lament flooring. Dimpled and white = recipe for disaster. It's impossible to completely clean the floor! You can scrub and scrub the floor. It will NEVER get clean unless you get down on your hands and knees and scrub with all your might.

I just realized, I got really off topic. I was going to talk about the joys of how the laundry room was going to be by my in my parents place instead of a mile from me in my apartment complex's laundry room. Plus, it's free at my parents place... OoOoOo...

Anyway, homework.... it calls me like a reoccurring nightmare... must make it end!!!

Love, BroadwayChick