I washed my own clothes. No, wait. Let me tweak that a bit. I did my own laundry. There you go. More bragging. That’s what happens when you need to scrimp and don’t have enough money to let somebody else.. (uh let’s say a machine) do it for you. At least… it makes my momma proud, and my other housemates as well.
I just have a nasty cut in my forefinger. I dunno how I got it. But I surely got it while i was having my ultra multi-taskin activity yesterday. Yeah. I was in my doing-the-laundry-watching-nba-finals-reading-a-book-pissing-off-aiken-mode yesterday. Whew!
Oh… and Aiken was soooo pissed off ‘coz the Lakers lost. He even thought of having his classes subbed. It was Celtics’ time to shine yesterday. I’m really not a fan of the team. But man… they were good there in the court. I was just rooting for them because somebody had to take the other side in the house.
And… there was power failure again in Strata last night. So, of course we didn’t work. We just took pictures at the back entrance of the building. We always do that whenever something’s up. Like when the building was on fire. We were also taking pictures. Yeah… just enough memories to last a lifetime.
How do I leave?
