this is the way we wash our clothes
One of the first casualties of an obsessive, ego-maniacal, guerilla art project is clean clothes. That is to say you get so busy trying to realize your vision of greatness that you forget, or just don't get around to washing your clothes.
I ran out of underwear about five days ago, and just went "soldier style" as Rachel calls it. By monday I had worn all of my jeans three or four times, and then finally the socks were gone too.
So last night I trudged off to the local laundromat with my moldy laundry basket.
I don't do any of that stuff where you put whites and darks and colors in seperate machines. I get too stressed out and impatient trying to figure out if certain imbetween shades are light or dark or what. And then what if the light machine only has a few things in it, while that dark machine is overstuffed? And what about bleach and fabric softeners and special washing instructions written on the tags?
Fuck all that. I just throw everying in together randomly and pour generic detergent on it. I set everything on hot because I figure hot water gets things cleaner and kills more germs.
I never stick around the laundomat since they're so dingy and depressing. Some people ask me if I'm worried that people might steal my clothes.
And my answer is, "no."
9:00:51 PM 
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