The LaundrOmat from hell is good?

I left a down comforter in a washing machine a couple of weeks ago. Yes, you can wash down comforters and rayon and also silk…but that’s a different “I know too much about fabric and laundry”…laundry episode.

Back to wanting to be pissed off…and not being able to.

I realized after I got home that I had left the poor dear comforter in it’s bleach infested state by they wayside. Lando was already closed.

Next day…didn’t really give a shit. Day after I went by to see if there was a lost and found.

Yes! 11:30A, 4:30P and 10:30P and a phone number for emergencies only.

Well now…those times I can so do, right? I tried on the weekends…seems the person that runs the fun show “Lost and Found” could not be found.

He has a pager, I guess that’s the fun part.

What year is this? I didn’t even know they made those anymore.

Anyway, after going there several times and someone TEACHING me how to page a PAGER and no call back I decided to leave a note on the “Employees Only” door of the laundrahell.

It read…

“Release my comforter from hell! I will pay with my soul.”

Heh.

Nah…I just put a note in the door and asked if they had found a white comforter and to please call me if they had it or not.

They failed me because I thought they were demons.

I got a voicemail from a sweet woman that thinks they do have it and that she will call me at 1:14 (no joke) tomorrow and arrange for me to pick it up, if in fact it is mine.

Amazing if it is mine, which I’m pretty sure it is…but walking in there and leaving that note didn’t mean I didn’t leave with a story…

Ahhhh…that couple. A speed freak with a girlfriend. It took me just about 30 seconds to realize it. That’s why I’m so amazed someone got my note…that guy…freak show. Watched my every move. First one I think I’ve encountered there. White envelope in a door…get it?

Hey? Do you think they actually washed it again and dried it to?

Pipe dreams…I get so silly sometimes.

Honestly, I wouldn’t give a shit about it if I had bought it…but my mom gave it to me…I just want it back.

So...however cold you are in the world tonight, just be happy that hell doesn’t have your comforter.

There is a house…

On the worst corner and it’s for rent. It’s been vacant for around 3 months.

I’ve been looking to get out of speed freak nation for quite some time.

I think it’s waiting for me. I guess I’ll have to stop tomorrow and get the number and at least give it a shot.

I don’t want to move but the next door side show is out of control and it will only progress…this I know from experience.

Change is hard for me but, as hard as it is, it’s time to move on.

i fucking hate it when i have no control over a situation.

i can't control someone else being on drugs and infringing on my life...but i can change it.

So I guess that is control.

I've got to get the fuck out of here.

It's only a matter of time that I will be put in a situation that I was never meant to be in.

I've learned...you never know what a drug addict will do.

I can say...guessing will drive a person insane.

I don't want to do that anymore.

I did it with DD...I don't need it from my next door neighbor.

But hey...it's all in a days work.

Fuck.

It’s been two fucking years…

I want to let go so badly, but it keeps haunting me…due to the sheer fact that it’s a constant reminder.

He will never leave my mind or world.

Why is that?

All i want is for him to be happy. No one understands that.

i have to let it go.

You can’t talk to a drug addict.

How many times do i have to say this to myself.

fuck...

But...do you really want to hear it again?

Something clicked tonight and if you really want to find out why...look up 20/20.

Episode aired 2/27/08.

I don't hurt people or have three kids but it doesn't make the story any different.

Or any worse.

I laughed when they said it was a 51 minute video of her being abused...because I've taken it for hours, days, nights...and that statement is just me being fucked up. I've just never seen an interview that someone had been through almost the exact same thing as I had. It wasn't 51 minutes it was fucking abuse...no matter how long or how short.

I never thought someone else saw what I did in a person that hurt me so badly.

It caught me off guard.

The whole show made some things make a lot of sense.

Yeah right...what makes sense.

Did you ever hear about the bunny walking into a bar with a lizard on it's shoulder?

Fuck the new year…

It’s the same as the last.

But…

as horribly bleak as I am

I always live in Neverland.

Did I just rhyme?

fuck it…

Happy fucking whatever.