Lord sweet Lord

It looks like God is willing to give me a shot at getting a job. It also looks like he is willing to let me live like a poor student (one word: Ramen). But when it comes to laundromats... Oh Lord!

I admit it! I'm afraid of the laundromat! There is just so much that isn't right about launromats. You know, when your white laundry turns pink beacuse some idiot forgot their red sock earlier in your mashine? Or when people meet their soul mate at the laundromat? It starts out with a couple of starres, maybe a short chit-chat and then suddenly you find yourself in bed with that person. That you meet at the LAUNDROMAT. How fudging un-sexy isn't that? Nope, laundromats are not for me.


LALM=Love At LaundroMats