Just another Tuesday night for Meaghan. Sequence of events:
- So much homework. Leave school frazzled
- Head to grocery store to “get a few things”
- Buy too many things, lug things home with scowl on face in bus full of coughing strangers
- Get very excited by existence of groceries
- Make 3 miniature dinners out of said groceries
- Decide to watch horror movie alone in room to “keep awake” while “working on my paper”
- Feel overcome with guilt about blatant procrastination
- Decide to do laundry to feel productive
- Remember upon entering basement laundry room that light flickers for many seconds before coming on
- Realize I just watched a horror movie and am really scared
- Notice someone else’s clothes are sitting in the washer
- Stand perplexed for a millisecond about the conundrum
- Start shovelling stranger’s wet clothes out of washer
- Come to realization I am touching some random dude’s undergarments
- Become very anxious I’ve made the wrong choice and start unloading faster in fear the stranger will enter and find me fondling his laundry with my pyjamas on and hair up in an odd french-braid/ponytail/bun
- Load my laundry hurriedly
- Spill soap all over self in frenzy of self-actualized creepiness
- Literally sprint back up to safety of apartment
- Curse Netflix for allowing me to watch a scary movie
- Eat some yogurt covered raisins
- Write blog entry about day
THE END
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Major lols Meaghs, major lols.
lols are just as important as doing homework, maybe even moreso…
All this is ok, because I touched a bunch of your underwear the other day while you were out.
Signed, anonymous.
… oops.
signed anonymous, from devon.
also, how’s that different from every day?