So, I can't possibly know if you have read one of my old posts about my evil neighbor who stole my sock. But it is slightly crucial that you read it so CLICK ME
Yes, the neighbor.
Well, I have a new conspiracy that he does everything he can to make my life hell in terms of laundry. If that makes any sense. So, let me explain.
Two days ago I went to the laundry room. It was late, and probably stupid to be doing laundry late on a school night, especially when I am constantly falling asleep on my homework, but I went anyways. And I put in my 1.25, pressed the start button and headed back into my hut.
Yea, I fell asleep.
In the morning, I hadn't the time to go to my laundry so I waited until after school to put it in the drier.
By the time school was over my clothes were wet and out on the top of the washer. Which is totally understandable because my neighbor probably had to use the washer.
So, I put my clothes in the dryer and completely forgot about. Being the airhead I am, I didn't fetch it until my dad walked me to the door to get it. When it was out at the top I wasn't surprised because my dad told me HE did it this time because he had to do laundry.
So you know, I brought it inside.
I folded it.
I put on some PJs.
I started to grimace.
My face started twitching. (Okay no it didn't, but still I'm building the climax)
My ears starting crying.
No, I mean my nose.
I smelled my newly "cleaned" pajama shirt and nearly died.
But oh no, not the good kind.
Not good old Mr. Cheesy head with the feet that smell like chocolate milkshakes.
I mean this smelled like Mr. Neighbor over there pored some rotten mac and cheese mix on the top of it and then jumped on all my clothing repetitively. I can just picture him doing it. Grabbing the clothing... stepping on it. Spraying it with cheese in a can.
hey if you are one of my neighbors and you are reading this because my mom told you to know that it probably isn't you that I am talking about. The neighbor I am talking about probably wont be getting notified to read this.
The mystery continues.
Why am I continuously being attacked via the laundry room.
when will I crack and take my revenge?