stick it to the pimp!

Right now, as in about a minute ago, I was researching an answer for a quiestion about copyright rights, and I had this sensation that I wanted to be in Rochester, NY, walking along East Ave at the east End Parking Garage on my way to spOt coffee to have a chai (didn't drink coffee back in the day!) and it was summer time.

I really do miss some things about Rochester. I'm not sure if what I miss about Rochester is how I felt when I was there and so were all my friends, or if it was the city itself? I think it was more of the previous. It felt great to be on summer break and hang out with Kathy at SpOt and just have NOTHING to do but relax and enjoy things. I remember sitting on the kirb with Kimmy across from... that other coffee shop? I can't remember the name. I remember how it looked on the inside though. THere was a pool room in teh basement, and some couches on the top. it had a large projection screen on the wall to the back I think, and on the other side of the bar there was a more intimate seating area. The U of R kids used to go there a lot because it was right down the street from their dorms.

Anyway, I'm something in a bit of a bind about something. A few days ago I discovered that my lamb blanket that I've had since I was like, four years old, is being used in the back of someones car to protect the seat from the dogs getting it dirty / hairy. one of the dogs is fine, the other one pisses all over himself. every. single. time. he. pisses.

AND NOW I'M LIVID! I just went to the laundry room to get my laundry and some guy was coming out.. "Oh hey, I just put your stuff on the washer!" "My laundry? Out of the DRYER?!?!" "Yeah, it was done..."

I looked over his shoulder into the laundry room and see my clothes on the washer, and two of the three dryers in use. DUDE, IF YOU'RE GOING TO USE THE DRYERS, USE THE ONES THAT ARE OPEN!!!! THERE WAS NO REASON FOR YOU TO TAKE MY UNDERWEAR OUT OF THE DRYER WHEN YOU COULD'VE USED ONE OF THE OTHER ONES!!

but on the other hand, there's not much reason (or benefit) of me freaking out right now about this. I'm sure he didn't take any of my underwear. It was dry. The only reason I reacted how I did is because I had recalled the issue about my blankie just before I went to snatch my undies.

*breathe* I want to get really really drunk tonight, just for shits. and. giggles.
Neal? Where's we goin's.