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I hate doing laundry.
I will let dirty clothes build up in my closet for a month or more.
Then I do it. Realize I don't hate doing it at all and tell myself that I'll do it once a week because having less to do is a better way to live.
Then I forget I don't mind doing laundry.
I hate doing laundry.
I will let dirty clothes build up in my closet for a month or more.
Rinse. Repeat.
Dry cleaning? Months may go by. Then I'll finally take it in and it'll cost me $100.
There were times in New York where I'd buy an entire new outfit for work rather than do laundry on a Sunday evening.
I run out of underwear. I go commando. I prefer commando anyway. Unless I'm wearing wool pants. That gives me rug burn in sensitive areas. If I *have* to wear underwear, and I'm out of a clean pair, I'll wear the bottoms to my swim suit.
Yup, I've said that here before, actually.
Sometimes I'll do a hand wash in the sink, just for a pair of panties.
I miss college. I used to send my laundry out to be cleaned. They came back fluffed and folded, and smelling really, really nice.
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