What pissed you off today? Mark II

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What part of it? I don't mind washing, but folding certain pieces of laundry always strikes me as the more tedious thing on the planet.

Ugh yeah folding and putting it away sucks. I usually just separate it been everyone and leave it in the baskets until I HAVE to put it away. 😒
 
What kind of Salsa? Personally, I like to do homemade guacamole with rotelle tomatoes. Gets the guacamole just a little extra loose so it can work as a chip salsa rather than the thicker, more widely known, guacamole consistency.

I do all fresh and chopped.
Like a salsa verde.
 
Woke up late and sped to westchester.

Just caught up with college tour group now.

I used to be organized.

:(
 
Yup. That, or I've also been known to just put in on the owner's bed, and make them fold it and put it away.

Lol, that's what I do with my and Masters clothes so that it HAS to get done before we go to bed. My kids are 2 and 8 month old twins, so no folding there yet :rolleyes:
 
Woke up late and sped to westchester.

Just caught up with college tour group now.

I used to be organized.

:(


2 things to say.

1. I really want to eat Mexican food now.

2. Feel free to look over my profile and see if you're interested in someone helping you stay...organized. ;)
 
The only time laundry is an annoyance for me is if Mister does it and doesn't do it right. Or my cat does something. Just yesterday I folded the laundry and placed it in the basket to carry to the bedroom. I put the basket on the bed and left to go hang the rest of the laundry. When I returned I found the basket knocked on its side with clothes pulled out (unfolded in the process) and my cat laying in the pile still crumpled up in the basket. (>_<)
 
The only time laundry is an annoyance for me is if Mister does it and doesn't do it right. Or my cat does something. Just yesterday I folded the laundry and placed it in the basket to carry to the bedroom. I put the basket on the bed and left to go hang the rest of the laundry. When I returned I found the basket knocked on its side with clothes pulled out (unfolded in the process) and my cat laying in the pile still crumpled up in the basket. (>_<)

Kitties can't resist warm laundry.
It's a total kitty magnet!! That was your fault, just ask your cat :p
 
Kitties can't resist warm laundry.
It's a total kitty magnet!! That was your fault, just ask your cat :p

She really can't resist. Usually she only takes advantage of an unfolded pile (being folded) or will only make a mess of clothes folded but laid out. This was the first time she's made a mess of my basket. And yes, my fault for thinking it was safe in the basket.
 
A brief list of things I hate about laundry:

1. Carrying all the dirty clothes into the living room so I can sort them for the wash. (Bear in mind I like the actual act of sorting, because I like categorizing things WHERE THEY BELONG.)

2. Carrying the freshly sorted loads down to the laundry room three floors below my apartment.

3. Putting $1.75 in each washer I use.

4. Going back downstairs to move the clothes from the washers to the dryers, except for the clothes I hang dry - those I bring back upstairs and drape over chairs to dry.

5. Putting $1.75 in each dryer I use.

6. Going back downstairs to collect my clothes from the dryers and bring them back upstairs.

7. Folding.

8. Putting the clothes away.

9. Spending the entire process facing the fact that I'm just going to dirty them all again anyway and have to clean them in a tedious repetition that, oh my god, is maybe just a metaphor for life, and when I stare into the empty wash basin to throw in yet another load of whites maybe what I'm really staring into is the empty, meaningless void of existence, and maybe this is all there is until one day we don't wake up again and then what have I accomplished and what was even the point of anything?

10. Unmatched socks at the bottom of the basket.
 
Yeah, it's mainly number 9. Although 10 is pretty annoying, too.

We have a little laundry hanger clippy thingy. When socks don't match we hang them individually on it. In the next load we see if the unmatched socks match any on the hanger. After a few loads it becomes obvious something ate one and we decommission them. :)
 
We have a little laundry hanger clippy thingy. When socks don't match we hang them individually on it. In the next load we see if the unmatched socks match any on the hanger. After a few loads it becomes obvious something ate one and we decommission them. :)

That is one of the smartest things I wish I could take credit for thinking of, and I'm not sure whether to give you a great big hug in thanks for thinking it up or bash you on the head so I can take the credit for it with all the people in the world who haven't thought this up for themselves. (like me)

Edit: In that it isn't clear, I'm being entirely sarcastic about the head bashing. Maybe.
 
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Well then, since I have fairly little posting history, I'm going to have to assume you're pulling stuff from your fifth point of contact in an attempt to troll people. I don't feed trolls, I cut them down to size.

IE, you're blocked because you don't really have anything to contribute, but are attempting to harass people. Enjoy.
 
A brief list of things I hate about laundry:

1. Carrying all the dirty clothes into the living room so I can sort them for the wash. (Bear in mind I like the actual act of sorting, because I like categorizing things WHERE THEY BELONG.)

2. Carrying the freshly sorted loads down to the laundry room three floors below my apartment.

3. Putting $1.75 in each washer I use.

4. Going back downstairs to move the clothes from the washers to the dryers, except for the clothes I hang dry - those I bring back upstairs and drape over chairs to dry.

5. Putting $1.75 in each dryer I use.

6. Going back downstairs to collect my clothes from the dryers and bring them back upstairs.

7. Folding.

8. Putting the clothes away.

9. Spending the entire process facing the fact that I'm just going to dirty them all again anyway and have to clean them in a tedious repetition that, oh my god, is maybe just a metaphor for life, and when I stare into the empty wash basin to throw in yet another load of whites maybe what I'm really staring into is the empty, meaningless void of existence, and maybe this is all there is until one day we don't wake up again and then what have I accomplished and what was even the point of anything?

10. Unmatched socks at the bottom of the basket.

I'd just like to say you've made me laugh out loud at times here in Lit, so... there's that. :rolleyes:
 
Yes. I'd like to know as well. There's that layer, and then there are others of obedience, agreement and the temperaments of the participants. Archaeology, please! Entertain me!

Agreed that there are definitely levels of obedience and comfort. For instance, (for the sake of the argument) let's assume that you were a submissive. If I just walked up, said I was a Dom, and demanded something of you, who cares? I mean I'm certainly not your Dom at that point, and you hadn't agreed to submit to what I had said. So, I'd have absolutely no grounds for asking any obedience of you at all.

That said, that wasn't really the case. I'm afraid I'm going to have to be a party pooper and not get into details because that's between the submissive and myself. It's a habit of thinking that the "don't kiss and tell" rule was a good one. Old Fashioned perhaps, but I abide by it. Well...unless of course the submissive in question enjoys that part of the submitting, but I don't assume that.

As for layers, most of us have layers. I have layers...onions have layers...both of us are good to eat! I mean uh... ;)
 
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