Mezzanine

10/06/2009

Doing Laundry

I'm somewhere doing laundry. Andrea's throwing stuff at me from across the room to put into the washer. But she's throwing it all under the washer. Under the washer is like a flame you'd find on a gas stove. so all the clothes are burning up! I'm telling her to stop doing that, but she can't see that she's doing anything wrong. All of a sudden, my mom's on the other side of the room telling me what I'm doing wrong. I just keep telling her to shut the fuck up, but she keeps talking. I'm getting so so angry at her. So I leave and walk into a different room where I feel like I'm shopping. There are all sorts of backpacks (which I've actually been thinking about getting a new backpack because mine got some sand in it from going to the beach and now sand's getting all in my school stuff!) with like tropical patterns on them. I really just want a plain one and can't find one. Andrea shows me one that's got clear plastic sides and I tell her that won't do because I don't want everyone knowing what's in my bag(like what's in my bag that's so special anyway??!!!).