I hate folding my underwear every time I do my laundry. After chipping away at the mountain that is Jian’s endless amount of graphic tees & technical knitted socks, then attacking my little bean’s pile of kids leggings & t-shirts, I finally arrive at my modest (& I’m not exaggerating) set of clothes.W

hen folding all the clean laundry, I save the washing bags for last., so I can sit down, dump everything on my bed, & mindlessly fold while I’m watching something on TV. Just in case you were wondering, I use washing bags for all the delicate clothes (ie. things with embroidery, rhinestones, glittery embellishments) & my undergarments. I used to put my little bean’s baby clothes in washing bags, but I’ve gotten lazy & don’t do that anymore.

Getting back on track, I hate folding women’s underwear! Why do guys have it so easy. I mean, briefs, boxers, boxer-briefs…they’re so easy & effortless to fold! Plus, they fold neatly into nice squares. Try folding ladies panties into little squares, & it feels like you need a level 10 origami folder’s skills. I’m not just talking about all those stringy Agent Provocateur contraptions. It’s also ladies briefs & regular undies as well. They’re all just a pain in the ass to fold!

Every time I wash my underthings, they always come out a wrinkled, balled-up mess. Unless you want to iron each one, it’s so hard to smooth out all of the creased up seams that just refuse to lay flat. Then you gotta figure out a way to fold them in a way that won’t fall apart when you try stuffing them into an already full drawer.

I am not even going to get into the various shapes & underwear contraptions in this post. Now this is not to say I don’t have a few of these origami shapes myself. I do. At least I haven’t resorted to wearing “granny panties”. I still wear cute, semi-spicy undies in varying degrees of lace-to-cotton. I just hate folding them after washing them.

No, I will not forgo wearing them altogether just to skip out on folding anything at all. That is out of the question! Thus ending my rant. That is all. Cheers.

Today’s song of the day:

MyPMS for this month‘s menstrual cycle is really kicking my ass. I haven’t felt PMS symptoms like this since I was in my teens and early 20s. Goddammit. This sucks. That is all. Cheers, bee-yotch.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I keep telling myself over & over & over again that I should quit watching all those mind-numbing, life-draining, dumb reality TV shows on the Bravo network. I probably tell myself this at least 3 to 4 times per day. As I am scrolling through the endless list of channels & programming, I always end up at the Bravo network, at first thinking I’ll leave a show on making mindless background noise while I am doing other things, then ending up completely engrossed in the episode, being hooked on the entire season of the show.

I don’t want to be hooked on all of these random reality shows, but Bravo has a way of grabbing me with their talons & not letting go. I can’t even begin to understand how or why I get so hooked on a show that I will end up watching the entire season, so laser focused on all the details of all the puffed-up, phony drama & “family” in-fighting.

I wish I could quit, just like an ex-smoker to cigarettes. I don’t even remotely relate to, or like any of the cast members of these shows. It kills me a little more each time I turn on my TV knowing I’ll end up watching one of their shows, which will only increase their ratings & boost their popularity, which will keep them on air for far longer than they should be.

I hate the fact that I watch almost all of the Real Housewives franchises. I also dabble in a few of the Below Deck franchises from time to time. I also am extremely mad at myself for knowing who Lisa Vanderpimp is & all of her oversexed restaurant staff. And, yes, I have been keeping up with all of the Kyle-Amanda-West romance fallout from Summer House. Ugh 😩

Please, I need help to kick this bad habit of defaulting to stupid reality shows when I can’t find anything new to watch. I want to forget all of these people’s names & faces, & all of their shitty drama. I should get my drama fix by watching real & actual drama unfold on the nightly national news. These reality shows do not add any value to my life, & what really sucks is I’m probably not going to stop watching, & I have nobody in my life I can talk to about it. 😔

Until the next episode, cheers.

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