Mmmmm... Coffee

There are fewer things in life that I can truly say I enjoy more than a good cup of coffee. It's not just that morning starter that you would assume either. I love coffee...each day I start by honoring the great goddess Cafeina at least twice if not more


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Ahhh... Tuesday

I'm not sure what it is about Tuesdays.. It's not the begining of the week, it's not the end and it's not even the middle but I've always tended to like tuesdays for some reason.

Maybe it's the once the start of the week is done.. I get the feeling that it's all down hill from there.. Metaphorically speaking. Tuesday is the first day towards the weekend and while granted that my weekend is usually spent at least in part at the laundromat... That wild and whacky place that it is.

Oh well.. Here's to tuesday! The first day towards the weekend!


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Laundry again...

Once again in the never ending circle of life... It's laundry day again! This time however I brought company..



My friend Amber came with me to behold the twilight zone that is my local laundromat.. Execpt there isn't anyone else here but us.. Oh, and a family of seemingly normal people who just left.

How is it that when I laundry solo the wild bunch appear and when I bring witnesses to see them they magically disappear?

I fear that I may be going mad and they are just figments of my illusions

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Ahh... Laundry

Ya know... Sometimes I wonder what the day to day chores would be like if they didn't have to be done.. Like laundry.

For most, it's a simple trip to the basement or to the laundry room in your home, press a few buttons or turn a dial and wander away for about 45 mins.. I prefer to go to a laundrymat.. Well in my case Landromat (that's what the sign says anyway).

I like the advantage of doing three or four loads at the same time saving what would be an entire days worth of chore into the space of a few hours at most... That and the machine in my apartment building suck.

And then there are the people that you meet.. Oh dear.. I know that these are people from my neighbourhood but do they really need to be this.... What's the word I'm looking for... Oh yeah .. Interesting.

The majority of the time I sit outside while my clothes soak and spin then tumble themselves dry. Not that I'm avoiding my neoghbours but aside from here.. At the landromat.. I never see these colorful characters any place else.. It's like perhaps they live here.. In this land of Landromat.


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