Stupid fsckers

Stupid fsckers who can't even read a fscking booking board for a fscking washing room. Take your fscking clothes out of the machines and roll away the big fscking persian mat and let me use my booked wash time. Damn, I hate this. It's the fscking worst thing about living in the projects, not having our own wash machine and always having to defend the washing room from neighbors trying to sneak in on my time. Stupid fsckers.

At least it had the positive side effect of getting me to start blogging here again. It's been quite a while and some water have passed under the bridges and so on. Friday I was at a pub quiz with gf and a few class mates. Saturday was couch sitting at home, painting the ground color on the last of my minis. And today is washing day. Stupid fsckers.

And of course it's raining. A few days ago it actually looked like spring were coming but it couldn't fool me. And I was right; now chill and rain is back again.