I brought greek yogurt packets with me on my travels to New York for some reason. The reason was that they existed at home and I had plenty of space in my suitcase so I thought they should exist in there too. good thing i put them in a plastic bag like a non-dumbass who literally had a bag in his hand to do that but then decided for some reason that nah, theyll be fine and didnt. or not that. either way – i got yogurt all over my clothes. That’s cool. I’ll just do laundry in my hotel with no washing machines. oh. right. that. -well whatever – i’ll just go to a friends house and do it there. Except no one is around in my old neighborhood where i’m staying a block away from. The family whose wedding i’m here for is doing wedding stuff since its today (selfish, right? what about MY needs?), my old neighbor has some kind of “job” bullshit or whatever, and the one dude who is home said no cuz he hasn’t seen me in 13 years and is too panicky about getting his house in order for a proper presentation (like I give a fuk). So… looks like I will be handing my yogurtoiled clothes to my mom and asking her to do mom-magic to them or something.
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