Where do they go?

I know where the socks go. They're little and you miss them. Or you drop them.
I know where the bobby pins go. You drop them where you take them out. Or the fall out of you hair.
But, where do the hair ties go? You take them out of your hair and put them around your wrist. So, why is it that when you really need a hair tie you don't have any?
Where do they gooooooo?!

Today, I have to do this:

ps. I did not draw this. I stole it from a Hyperbole and a Half,
although since I just told you where I got it, it's not actually stealing.

But, yes. I have to clean ALL OF THE THINGS today. My room has become a sordid waste land of laundry and trash. I think I've mentioned before that I'm busy, stressed, sleep deprived? Anything ringin' a bell?
Well, to be perfectly honest with you, the first thing to go when I become so stressed, tired, and sleep deprived is the cleanliness of my dormitorio (that's espanol for bedroom).
So, today, I have to do the laundry, take out the trash, change my bedsheets, dust, and water ALL of the plants. Big time cleaning that I have to do.

Walk like a man, talk like a man...smell like a man?

So, last week I ran out of laundry detergent. So, I bought a new kind.

Nothing fancy. Tide. Tide is nothing new. I've smelled Tide before, it smells good.

I bought the kind that cleans your clothes in cold water. It says the scent is mountain spring.

I figured that would be good, and I didn't need to smell it.

Yesterday when I decided to do my laundry, I pulled out the lovely new laundry detergent.

I opened the bottle.

I pulled it up to my face.

I sniffed it.

It smells like my father's aftershave.

Side note: My father smells good.

He smells like a boy. Because he is one.

I am a girl. I like to smell like a girl.

Ho, ho. Not so.

For the next 52 loads, I get to smell like my dad.

And, incidentally, because clean laundry goes in my bedroom, my room also smells like a man.

Not that great. Not that great.

So, for future reference: girls, don't buy this detergent

Boys, you feel free.

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I miss my old detergent. It smelled so good.

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intimidation

you know when you have a task that's incredibly daunting?
know how you just can't start? it's terrifying.
that's where i am right now.
all of my laundry is on the floor of my room.
it's clean, but i have to put it away.
that's what's terrifying.not sure where the pic is from, probably getty or corbis.

my story's infinite, like the laundered symphony, it doesn't rest.

ok, i know that the song actually says Longines Symphonette, but i always thought it said laundered.

ps. weird music video. i love They Might Be Giants, but dang.

anyways, i need to do laundry today. badly.

not quite this bad, but still. it's laundry day.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGGP-fnlitc