Sunday, 2:18pm

I hate waiting for laundry to be done. I know that all I have to do is split into a pile of black and anything else, put it in the machine, wait 45 minutes, then put it out to dry, but laundry annoys me. I think its because 45 minutes is not long enough to do anything, but anything you do do means you're likely to forget that you were actually only doing it to fill in time while you waited for something else.


Or maybe I'm just dumb and get distracted easily. The truth is I hate that my block has a shed out the back with all our machines in it, so I have to actually make myself fit for public viewing to do fucking laundry. I have to shower to put my laundry on. Next place I live in, I'd like to have an internal laundry.


Polymorph still haven't called about my dermal jewellry which I was told a month ago was in transit. Doesn't bother me though, it's been so hot they would have been annoyed all the time due to the constant layer of sweat covering myself and everyone else in the hemisphere.


I read my horoscope forecasts for the month and year last night. In February, Virgos are going to be overspending or cutting it fine, which I've already stumbled into when I realised buying tickets to Soap actually maxed my credit. Oops. Overall 2011 is a year of growth and more romantic atmospheres then you can throw a Colin Firth dvd at. That would explain my sudden pre-occupation with not wanting to be single anymore. That, and it's been like three years, independence has been firmly re-established and post-relationship analytics have been completed, next please.


There were five bras in my laundry. FIVE. How does that happen, it was only two weeks worth of washing?! (Don't look at me like that, every girl I know only changes her bra once a week.)


Anyways, back to my forecasts, it also mentioned that matrimonial and maternal stuff could be brewing, which is a bit oh-ohh. My mum was 24 when she started popping out babies and got married and divorced (in that order), and they say that we all end up as clones of our parents, but that wasn't the most ideal situation, so maybe I'm better off keeping my ute away from males for a few years. I'm totally into babies at the moment too, my friend has a 3-month old girl and she is the most perfect temperament, it's setting up some pretty high expectations. I'm like 70 per cent decided that I want to adopt, not birth too.


The weather has done a complete 360 and I can't remember what I was going to type about. Oh well.