since we broke up i’m using lipstick again

i told fil i would forgo showering just so he wouldn’t do the laundry, yes let me tell you how this adds up. i view laundry as the dungeon master that holds you in its dungeon for 2 hours and you can’t go anywhere or do anything and not like i would even use those 2 hours productively anyway just the thought that i can’t do anything but wait ‘em out paralyzes and turns me into a sucky baby in jogging pants no no I’LL do it tomorrow by myself i promise! he’s like well you take a long time to get ready so i may as well do the laundry i’m like no i won’t see not showering today, there, decided!

what if i wanted to go on a long whimsical walk to the movie store and have a tan (like i’m allowed to do that during fil time!) and go for a drive RIGHT NOW, we wouldn’t be able to cos the clothes were in the dryer.

another thing that grinds my gears is the car wash, but you guys knew that already. i think i’m scarred from childhood, my dad taking me or my brother to the (diy) car wash, the unlucky one got to hang in the car reading a comic book or magazine that was purchased for us just for this event, while the other kid got to go to the mall with mom and possibly get candy and toys! wtf! so yeah, i think about that when fil makes us do the car wash on sundays, no! my time is wicked precious i canNOT do this. it makes me feel trapped and hyper, here’s a tip parents, if you want to punish your child, take them to the car wash, during winter, spend an hour lovingly soaping up your car while the little asshole freezes in their winter coat with the heat off (exhaust fumes, bad for the environment to keep it running obvs) glowering at you through the window from the back seat.

what else is a time waster, ungh, anything having to do with cleaning.