Smelling laundry

You know what's not good?

When you're trying a new laundry detergent and realize it's the same one an ex used. And that all your clothes now smell like him.

There's nothing that takes me back to a time and place like a smell. Close your eyes and drift off, imagining you're somewhere else. Back in the happy place the memories created. Smells and voices, my two big weaknesses.

But this time I'd rather not go.
This time I want the smell to be just a smell. Not a memory.

It's time to try an entirely new brand, I think.

Lint?

I was just in the laundry room downstairs taking some clothes out of the washing machine. Before putting them in the dryer I removed some lint - most people don't seem to that and sometimes there's a lot.

This time there were some black lumps in it, the colour of lint naturally depends on the colour of the clothes so nothing strange there. I try and take some out when, wait... Lint isn't supposed to move, is it?

Ewww! Gross!!

It's not black lint, it's hundreds of half-dead mosquitoes with broken wings and legs walking around and lying in lumps in there! What can the last person using this possibly have done with their clothes??

*flashbacks to horror stories from Uganda about people who came home with bugs in their luggage and had the spread all over the house*

Washing Clothes

I've been washing all my clothes today. I don't like washing clothes anymore. Don't get me wrong - I never used to like it, but I didn't use to mind either. Lately I've just got rather fed up with it, it's not like I have to do much, just get the clothes downstairs, in the machine, in the dryer if they're sheets and towels, otherwise put them up to dry, then in a few days, fold them and put them in the closet.

It's not hard work, it's just the remembering to do all this. And the actually doing it. Take today for example. Underwear. A ton (pretty literally) of tiny thongs. It is absolutely impossible to put them up to dry; they just keep falling off the line! I'm seriously considering a) wearing nothing but boxer shorts, or b) wearing no underwear at all.

Today, after putting the clothes up, I went to the shop to buy some more laundry detergent. I bought two boxes, one for white clothes and the other for coloured clothes. That should last about a year... I walk in the door to my room and the smell hits me. It's not bad, as such, it's just warm, wet clothes mixed with...soap. I don't like the smell of this laundry detergent...

That's when I realize I'd just made sure this is how my room is going to smell every time I've wash my clothes, for an entire year. How stupid can you get? (- don't answer that)

You know you've hit rock bottom...

...when a guy would rather fold his laundry than sleep with you.

Do you have a thing about underwear?

I was doing the washing today, and as I was hanging it all up, I realized I have A LOT of underwear. Not that I didn't know that from before, my drawer at home was way more than full before I left. I just love underwear. I don't have a whole lot of 'upper-underwear-things', but I do have lots of tiny things that go...well, further down. (I'm trying my best to be discreet, how am I doing?)

What can I say? Girl underwear is cute. All kinds of patterns and colours and shapes and sizes. With ribbons on the sides or a bow on the front. And Snoopy. Why is there so much underwear with Snoopy on these days? H&M gone Snoopy crazy... I just realized my newest top and too large bottom thing (with ribbons, btw) match the colours of the Cosmopolitan I bought two weeks ago... Apart from that, I'm in an underwear dead zone.

Now, what about you?
Do you wear underwear or not?
Do you have a thing about underwear? Yours or somebody else's?

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