"Superman's Dead"

...First Rodney Dangerfeild croaks, now Christopher Reeve kicks the bucket - what is this world coming to??

Mood: pleasant
Music: (not Our Lady Peace)

Say hello to the new Hair Fax renaissance girl! Yes, that's right - I sweep, I dust, I do inventory, mix haircolour, clean, and if you're lucky I just might wash your hair! (Here, Dustin! Dustin! Dustin! ...Just kidding -- even bleach doesn't stand a chance against that.) --Gah! ...One momment!--

...pardon me. You see, my washing machine decided to do the old "I'm from the 80's and I'm a rebel!" routine, which meant I had to go sit on it and numb my ass for five minutes so it didn't boogie down the basement stairs. And I don't want that to happen for many a reason, such as:
a) the fate of the dasterdly appliance would be put on my shoulders, because I'm presently the one nearest to it - besides, that's just the way things seem to work around here. If you can't count on my brother to feed himself when he's hungry you sure as hell can't expect him to touch a domestic device such as a washer - that's a woman's job anyways. (Ha! Women. Jobs. Who'da thunk it??) And my mother, being The Mother, Mary Poppins incarnate, Mrs "Practically Perfect in Every Way", well... you know.
and b) The machine that washes my clothes having been destroyed, and myself being domestically challenged (read: lazy) as I am comes down to only one equation - Liese at the laundromat. ...And we all know what lurks in my neighbourhood... (This being somewhat of a public blog I think I'll leave the elaborations at that... ;-) )

So you see, numb buns two or three times a week really is a small price to pay when you look at the big picture.

...Cheerio!