The Laundromat

It is laundry day, a day that comes around about as much as the new moon.  For reals, I only do laundry when I absolutely must.  This is the second day in a row I’ve worn my swimsuit bottoms because I’m out of clean underwear.  The laundromat makes me nervous because I’m paranoid that people can see that I don’t wear sexy underwear and most of the socks I own have dachshunds on them.  Seriously, my laundry screams spinster.  For the most part, I don’t look at what other people are washing, so I should assume they don’t care what I have, but nonetheless, it makes me nervous.  

I think I’m going to spend the rest of the day listening to Kanye’s “Love Lockdown” on repeat.  It just feels right.