hate.

[thejunipertree]

There should be a special level of Hell reserved for the people in apartment buildings who not only use all of the washing machines at once, but also all of the dryers. Not consectutively, but simultaneously.

All three washers.
And all three dryers.
AT THE SAME TIME.

Pustule bumped, syphilis infected monkey dick.

Currently, the washers are all stopped and the dryers are still going. They have a plastic bin sitting there, next to the waiting chair (that no one ever sits in). Does the unnamed and forementioned monkey dick take his clothing out of the stopped washing machines and place it in his empty plastic bin?

Of course not.
Because that would require CONSIDERATION for the other people in this building.

I want him nibbled to death by angry, rabid geese. Stat.

Now I'm going to have to wash my stockings in the bathroom sink so that I have at least SOMETHING clean to wear to work tomorrow.

Cocksucking ingrate. I heap a thousand cockroach infested boils upon your unworthy hide.

On a lighter note, I saved my mother from a weird mutant cricket in the kitchen late this evening. Mutant, you ask? Yes. Mutant. That little bastard had about twenty legs. And it was identifiably a cricket.

Yay New Jersey.

Comments

[damnitnicole]

I have a breakin'-stuff-stick. Want to borrow it? It works on people, too.

[hexennacht.livejournal.com]

That used to happen a lot at the old place. Finally, my dad wrote a note saying that it was rude to use all of the washers and dryers at once. They wrote back saying, "NO, YOU'RE RUDE FOR WRITING THIS. GET A LIFE."

..Oh, wait. That happened here. Nobody talks to my daddy that way. If I ever find out who it was, they're getting a punch in the cunt.

[serpent-sky.livejournal.com]

That's lame.

Also lame are the people in my building who wash their clothing in the crappy washer/dryers upstairs (We all have them, but they couldn't dry a spiderweb) -- then take up every dryer downstairs.

I want to beat them.