Sunday, August 15, 2010

Copyright Hyperbole and a Half

I hate Sundays. I feel like when Sundays roll around it's just laughing at me, saying 'Why aren't you cleaning your room Dana? Why aren't you doing laundry? Why aren't you at least pretending to be productive and try doing a makeup look or something?'

I swear that Sundays mock me. They MOCK ME I tell you!

I hate laundry. I'm not sure if there's another person in the world that hates laundry as much as I do. I wait, wait, and WAIT trying desperately to figure out what else I can wear that week for work that will not require me to visit my local laundry mat (which is right next door so I don't know why I complain so much).

In addition to my irrational hatred of laundry, I have to admit that as much I enjoy living in an organized space it is almost impossible to bring myself around to cleaning my room. I go about saying how I function best in 'organized chaos' when really it's just that I don't have the gumption to go about cleaning things myself.

What does this mean for Dana? This means that at some point in my life I have GOT to make enough money to hire a maid. Because dammit, there has got to be a way out of doing all of these things I hate for the rest of my life!

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