faster pussycat... type! type!

i have a ton of laundry to do. a huge freakin’ ton. most people who know me, know that i have laundry issues, due to the fact that i have no washer and dryer in my apartment. i have to go to the basement. the basement is a busy busy place, and it stresses me out. getting a washer is just part of the problem. washer cycles last for under 30 minutes. dryer cycles last 60 minutes. can you see the problem? you don’t just need a washer, but you need a dryer that’s going to be available in 30 minutes. and there are people out there that don’t care if their laundry is done, and sitting in a washer and dryer. they have better things to do. these are the selfish people. the only thing worse than being caught dragging someone’s dry clothes out of a dryer, is being caught dumping their wet clothes on the folding table, in order to get into the washer. i don’t want other people touching my clothes.. i’m very conscientious about getting downstairs BEFORE the washer or dryer stops. i’m in the minority. anyway, i find the whole thing stressful. i’ve been known to stay up late in order to wash clothes at 1 am. because people who leave their clothes in the dryer at one am are probably not going to come back down that night to take them out. [those people are the worst people in my book. i don’t even try to shake things out and lay them flat on the folding table, i just leave them wadded up in a clothing ball.] i used to drop my laundry off at a laundry place. it’s more expensive than doing it yourself. but it’s sooooo nice... getting all your laundry back clean and folded all pretty. and this guy is an ORIGAMI ARTIST when it comes to folding the fitted sheets. but the IRS stole that joy from my life as well. bastards.

the point is, pretty much everything i wear is dirty. two rooms and part of the hallway are now carpeted with dirty clothes. [it’s kind of nice and cushiony. bouncy. the kitten likes it.] and that’s why i’ve gone to target so many times this week. for clean underwear. and, like the optimistic dope i am, i’ve only purchased one pair at a time. because certainly i will do laundry tomorrow. right? ha! the first pair of underpants i bought are a “boy shorts” style, that ride low on the hips and extend lower on the leg. they are white with strawberries on them. loved them! i’m basically ok with anything as long as it rides lower, on the hips. i hate underwear that rides on your waste. no matter how sexy they might seem in their entirety, they feel like granny pants. the next night, i went back. this time, i decided to replace one of my cheap $10 bras that was falling apart. buying bras for $10 at target is my absolute favorite thing to do. if the only last 3 months, they still do better than the $30 bras i used to have to buy before the surgery. plus, every single style comes in my size. every single one. once i became a c cup, i went right out and bought soft cottony bras that looked like they were made out of tshirts, and yet still had underwire. this was never an option for me with the old boobies. but this night, i decided to go for something different. i bought a pretty satin bra, with lace trim, in a color called “mink.” and the matching boy short pants. the only problem is, the lace... it’s itches. and the underpants do not ride lower enough, they are decidedly TOO close to the waste. but... they are satiny. and they give me a new sensation i’ve never felt before... slinky butt. my butt feels all slinky in my pants. i like it. i still think that they could ride lower, tho. my ass is expansive enough to create the slinky butt sensation without the underpants going up to my waste. i’ve never, in my life, had matching bra and panties. never. it just wasn’t really an option for me before. i wonder if i can just cut the lace off that bra?

so yesterday, i decided to be smart, i bought three new pairs of underpants, bikinis. and low and behold, there was a matching soft cottony, sporty white bra with purple polka dots. so i had to have that too. i’m all about the matching now. i’m wearing it now. mmmm... cottony sport comfort, with matching cuteness. makes me feel all sassy.