It’s my birthday! Woo hoo!
So I’m free to complain about stuff.
Today I’m going to complain about my clothes. A certain somebody insisted on doing my washing for me, fantastic I thought. How wrong I was. The clothes were washed, left in the machine for a day, hung on the line just before it rained and left on a table downstairs to fester all night though the sun was out today and they’d have been fine. Yes, I’ve been alive for a quarter of a century and I smell absolutely revolting and want to break stuff.
Oh yeah. Also. Check this out people, the end is coming: http://www.cbc.ca/story/world/national/2004/07/21/monkey_israel040721.html