The building only has one washing machine and two dryers. Mrs. E says only having one keeps the bad people out.
Normally my Jedi mind tricks are sufficient and the washer is empty. Today I’ve done sprints up and down the stairs going on six times now and it has been full every time. I know there must be some sort of conspiracy a foot because I have five maybe six loads, only money for four mind you and Adam doesn’t have any tighty whities to wear and so I’m getting bitched at BUT I have NOT ran into even ONE person in the hallway coming or going with or without laundry. What will become of Adam’s underwear?
I started to fake and bake yesterday so that I won’t have tan lines and I used what will be my married name since technically I owe them money under my other last name. If I go to jail for this I blame you. It is probably out of their system now anyway because it was from 1998 but I felt like a rebel.
On Saturday I went to lunch with my friend who works on Battlestar Galactica hoping to get all the good juicy gossip on Tricia Helfer who is A. a main character on Battlestar and B. the host of Canada’s Next Top Model [our excuse for it anyway] but I got nothing. NOTHING! Apparently she is NICE. NICE. I said, well in photos it looks like she has big boobs but then on CNTM it looks like her chest is all CAVED and her tits are smaller than MINE! Said friend said that yes she does have small boobs and that she could not does but could have an eating disorder and then I said, but don’t they ALLLLLLLLL??? BAH I was disappointed, not in my friend of course, in fact if nothing else I was filled with respect as the friend gave NOTHING away and did not gossip at all which obviously says to me they take their job pretty serious. I was disappointed that Canadians are so fucking NICE like FUCK be a mean bitch already so I can write really lame posts on how LAME Canada’s Next Top Model is. I’m hotter than HALF the chicks they picked. You’d find more original looking women which I guess they were shooting for and FAILED to find on Denman street. The gay pride parade starts on that street.
I also jumped around my kitchen in circles when Federer forced Nadal to a fifth set [tie break] but then cried like I do pretty much EVERY TIME I watch sports when my favorite athletes lose [or win] yesterday when Federer lost the French Open. Man that hurt, although I have a feeling it hurt him more.
