I do not enjoy the laundramat. Not one bit actually. But it’s a better alternative than going downstairs to my building’s creepy basement where I find an equally scary washer and dryer that has been known to eat my clothing, and where finding a working light bulb can many times be a crap shoot. I generally try to do my laundry at least once a week. Seeing as how I am not the Incredible Hulk, I can only muster carrying one basket at a time. And I absolutely loathe the people who bring in trash bag upon trash bag of dirty clothes and take up 6 or 8 washers/dryers. (A: don’t wait until your last pair of underoos to do laundry. And B: trash bags? seriously? buy a laundry basket, they sell them at the dollar store, for the love.) I generally take up 3 washers/dryers per visit. More than 4 is kind of selfish. I have learned to have at least a little appreciation for the laundramat… I grab a book, stop and flirt with my favorite Starbucks barista, then listen to my iPod and have some “Allison time” for an hour and a half while my clothes are spinning. And if nothing else, it can be good people watching. There’s generally at least one freak there. Last night’s gem… I was the “good people watching.” Since I generally patronize the mat about once a week, I just keep my laundry detergent and dryer sheets in my trunk. Great idea when it’s not cold like Antarctica outside. Since the past several days have brought tundra-like temperatures to my town… not so much! My bottle of All Free Clear seemed a little heavier than usual, but I didn’t think much of it since I was delicately balancing a purse, laundry basket, and aforementioned bottle of All in my short little arms. I meticulously separated my darks, lights, and whites and fed the hungry machine it’s snack of quarters. Opened my bottle of All and started pouring detergent in the machines. Hmm… nothing came out. Interesting. I shake the bottle. Nothing. I look inside the bottle. There was liquid goo in there. What the heck? Oh… oops. Can you say frozen boys and girls? I knew you could. Yup. I’m a smart one.

Some random thoughts and events from the last couple of days…

• I absolutely ADORE my friends. They are the best.
• I won $4 at Turfway Park last night. Not bad considering I only bet $1.
• I bet on horses based on their name.
• $1 beers are good, even if it’s crappy beer.
• Margaritas, particularly good ones, are the bomb.
• The Office and 30 Rock are absolutely hilarious. If you don’t watch them, you should start.
• I gave dollar tips to drag queens doing a charity show at a “country/western” gay bar. A country/western gay bar is a difficult concept to comprehend, unless you’re actually there. There was a big poster of Reba McIntire holding a bag of Fritos. That was pretty funny. But it would’ve been even funnier if she was eating them.
• Some of the drag queens had nicer legs than me. There’s something just not fair about that.
• I drove to work on a Saturday in 3″ of snow and freezing rain. When I was about halfway here, I decided that I might be retarded for doing so. But I was already halfway and I could use the extra cash. I got to work and there was an equally retarded co-worker here as well. He told me he did a “180″ on his way here. I’m thinking he is way more retarded than I am.
• Pumpkin donuts are yummy…especially when paired with a caramel latte.
• I like snow, but freezing rain and ice are not my friends.
• I still haven’t finished my Christmas shopping. I really need to get crack-a-lackin on that.
• The copier at work sounds like a helicopter. I’m convinced that one day it’s going take off and fly far, far away to “copier heaven.”
• I wish I could sleep past 9am.

We got our first snowfall of the season in Cincinnati this morning. It began before dawn and we had about 2″ of snow on the ground when I left for work (about 7:15am). Surprisingly, my commute wasn’t as bad as I had anticipated… although there were plenty of accidents everywhere else around the city.