my landlords like to take care of me. like, when it's laundry night since i've procrastinated doing it for the past 3 weeks and get to the point of almost having to wear my bikini bottoms instead of underpants. bags of garbage piling up in a sick sick mountain in my kitchen.
well i got the cleaning bug last night and it's still itchin' like mad today. basically, i DESPERATELY had to get my ass from the top 3rd apartment level to the garden level/basement laundromat and parking lot dumpsters. but for some reason, i basically had to risk death to accomplish this feat.
you could say, i've been snowed in.
or rather, caged in, by the monstrous ICICLES!!!!!
so, due to sheer laziness and apathy, i attempted the haul down the stairs and through the snow mounds to the laundry room, nearly breaking my neck on several steps, but luckily was able to grab a nearby icicle for balance. as a result, i now have a pavlovian fear of laundry instilled in my subconcsious when it comes to grabbing the Tide.
is this even legal for landlords to be this negligent of tenents? i mean, beside the obvious task of shoveling steps or salting the porches, don't you think it's someone's duty to beat these death sticks aside with a bat or something?
go icm properties.
it's pretty safe to say, i ended up walking around the apartment complex halfway around the block, opting for the sidewalk and front stairway for the route back up with the dryer load. i almost chose the rebellious option back, up until i heard the horrifying crackling of the death sticks, guessing the daggers were probably soon to melt. . .
oh well, i'm alive and i know have clean clothes. at least i know got me some crisp, clean bedding and i can store the bikini bottoms away for at least another few weeks, although i'd prefer to keep em clean til summer.
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