Since my little apartment is jam-packed with boxes I can barely move around much less have my maid clean. My friends know that I would rather go out on a date with Bill O'Reilly then clean my own apartment. I've always had a maid since birth minus my study abroad. Unfortunately, due to the crowded circumstances of my casa I've had to do some cleaning myself. I know this is only for a short time until I get unpacked and organized but so far I've almost killed myself. I shot myself in the face with Clorox kitchen spray by accident. Who knew that wet hands with a bottle could be so dangerous? It slipped out of my hand and then my other hand grabbed the top while shooting myself in the face. Thank goodness my eyes closed just in time but my mouth wasn't so lucky. I had to rinse out my mouth for what seemed liked eternity. Does anybody want a Clorox kiss? Muwaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!
Please don't even ask how I'm doing laundry. Not only is my entire, new apartment furnished with Friday Market's finest. (Don't worry, I've removed it all and replaced it with the good stuff.) I have to suffer from the Washer / Dryer Combo. That means my washer and dryer is in one machine. Whoever invented this piece of crap should literally be shot or rundown by an 18 wheeler! So far I've ruined some good clothes by burning and shrinking them. If you see a girl with extremely tight pants on don't think she's a hootchie mama lookin' for a trick. Maybe she has one of these pitiful machines that attacks your clothes and leaves you with a wardrobe malfunction disaster. Yep, that MF Machine ruined my favorite jeans and then some. I declared war on it and I'm gonna win if it kills me. I'm tossing it out and buying my own separate washer / dryer set. I hope I find a machine with buttons in English. I'm not good at doing laundry so I need more than pictures to direct me on how to wash.
