laundry is such a pain. i tell myself every time that i won't wait until i can barely move my bag before i go to the laundromat, yet here i am again with a bag i can't get my arms around. cynthia and i combined loads this afternoon, and i just went back to pick up the dried laundry but even with 45 minutes of drying time it hadn't all dried so i'll be returning soon. there was quite a crowd there--about six punk kids, probably in their 20s--a girl with rainbow colored hair, black sneakers, dark jeans, rows of dots drawn or tattooed above her eyebrows, a grid pattern across her top vertebra almost hidden by her hair. she was dating one of the guys with dark short hair that was growing out and two long dreds hanging from about the spot of a ponytail. she touched her pointer finger to her cheek with this look of pouty sexuality and he kissed her. she made tickly spider fingers across his faded black t-shirt with the word 'nausea' screenprinted on it. he had tattoos on both forearms--on one the word 'resist' and the other some complex line design of blue and green.
posted by Liza 9.2.04