Dare to dream right Snappy? My sister is in a condo townhouse out in the burbs and she’s got the laundry in a hallway on the third floor so she never has to lug anything up or down either.
THL, I saw an episode of Bang for your Buck on HGTV where the Master Suite redo included a full sized laundry room right in the the master suite. One door off the master was the bath, the next a humongoid closet and the third was the laundry room. It even had an ironing center in there! Ha cha cha! That is my ultimate dream. You wouldn’t even need to own a laundry basket in that situation. Pure heaven.
stupid junkies ruined my lunch!!! there’s a place around the corner from me that’s one of those big delis with a food court and stuff, and then seperate eating area upstairs. unfortunately a lot of the local junkies in soho (and yes there are MANY of them because there is a methadone clinic directly across the street from this deli) sometimes hang out up in the eating area (along with the construction workers drinking their cans of Bud in paper bags lol). usually they are quiet and don’t bother anyone, but this one chick today was screaming and cursing on her cell phone “where’s my stuff b-tch where’s my stuff!!! im sick im sick!!!”
she gets up and starts spazzing out im sick im sick!!! running all around the tables. it was just me at one table, the two junkies, and some other guy who was just ignoring it reading his paper. of course because i find this morbidly fascinating im just staring at her and totally giggling. she looks me in the eye comes hobbling on over to me gets in my face and yells “im SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRY im SORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRY to ruin your lunch im SORRRRRRRRRRRRRRY im SORRRRRRRRRRY” gross junkie breath all up in my face while im eating my near 6 dollar teeny tiny square of burnt lasagna!
i was going to report them when i went downstairs, but i figured that would be kinda lame.
I need to go back to C21. Remember those nice new pillows I bought? Pia confiscated both of them. Damn furball. For the past few days, out of pity for me being sick, she’s let me use them, but each night I get a look from her that clearly says, “Listen, heifer, as soon as you feel better, I’m takin’ these shits back. Got it?”
shit rob – was that at Duke’s?
Dare to dream right Snappy? My sister is in a condo townhouse out in the burbs and she’s got the laundry in a hallway on the third floor so she never has to lug anything up or down either.
Rob is a crazy magnet.
DH, what? Where is this?
expert, they love their product!
who is Mr Joist and why does he think awesome Arkady is a “t-u-r-d” ??
Expert, Benson is so gonna kick your patootie for that one!
THL, I saw an episode of Bang for your Buck on HGTV where the Master Suite redo included a full sized laundry room right in the the master suite. One door off the master was the bath, the next a humongoid closet and the third was the laundry room. It even had an ironing center in there! Ha cha cha! That is my ultimate dream. You wouldn’t even need to own a laundry basket in that situation. Pure heaven.
stupid junkies ruined my lunch!!! there’s a place around the corner from me that’s one of those big delis with a food court and stuff, and then seperate eating area upstairs. unfortunately a lot of the local junkies in soho (and yes there are MANY of them because there is a methadone clinic directly across the street from this deli) sometimes hang out up in the eating area (along with the construction workers drinking their cans of Bud in paper bags lol). usually they are quiet and don’t bother anyone, but this one chick today was screaming and cursing on her cell phone “where’s my stuff b-tch where’s my stuff!!! im sick im sick!!!”
she gets up and starts spazzing out im sick im sick!!! running all around the tables. it was just me at one table, the two junkies, and some other guy who was just ignoring it reading his paper. of course because i find this morbidly fascinating im just staring at her and totally giggling. she looks me in the eye comes hobbling on over to me gets in my face and yells “im SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRY im SORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRY to ruin your lunch im SORRRRRRRRRRRRRRY im SORRRRRRRRRRY” gross junkie breath all up in my face while im eating my near 6 dollar teeny tiny square of burnt lasagna!
i was going to report them when i went downstairs, but i figured that would be kinda lame.
*rob*
I need to go back to C21. Remember those nice new pillows I bought? Pia confiscated both of them. Damn furball. For the past few days, out of pity for me being sick, she’s let me use them, but each night I get a look from her that clearly says, “Listen, heifer, as soon as you feel better, I’m takin’ these shits back. Got it?”