January 2012
Chronicles of living with my older brother.
- Brother: Are you going to do your laundry sometime this century?
- Me: Look, i have my hamper sitting next to the washer. That's the first step, getting them physically out of my room.
- Brother: And what step is ~*physically*~ washing them?
- Me: AT LEAST step ten.
- Brother: TEN?! What the hell is step 2-9?!
- Me: Procrastination.
- Me: Anger.
- Me: Annoyance.
- Me: Despair.
- Me: Rage.
- Me: Whining.
- Me: Panic.
- Me: Then the realization you have no more pairs of underwear, pants, or shirt to walk down to bodega to pick up a bottle of whiskey and a burrito.
- Brother: Wash your damn clothes.
- Me: I'M ON STEP TWO RIGHT NOW, YOU CAN'T GO OUT OF ORDER.
- Me: IT'S SCIENCE!
