i hate my working clothes, well, most of it. most of all, i hate ironing. mom somethimes spared me the trouble from doing so. howeveR, i can't close one eye when the creases aren't the way i want it to be. had i the time (well, its not the time to be blamed anyway. its more to my laziness) to do the ironing, i would have done it all sweating and hating myself for having to do it. hahaha
have considered sending it to the laundry but mom, again, discouraged me from wasting my money on the laundry lady. *sighs. this is a major crisis i'm going through okay. especially with the sight of fresh clothes piling up at one corner, it almost reaches the other corner now, in my bedroom.
*sighs
am going to get back to work. there is so much to do in the so little time that i have. plus bf is coming around this weekend. i might need to find him something. just something. most prolly chocolate la... thats what i'm good at. read: buying. hahaha or prolly some cookies for his mom. will think about that later.
have considered sending it to the laundry but mom, again, discouraged me from wasting my money on the laundry lady. *sighs. this is a major crisis i'm going through okay. especially with the sight of fresh clothes piling up at one corner, it almost reaches the other corner now, in my bedroom.
*sighs
am going to get back to work. there is so much to do in the so little time that i have. plus bf is coming around this weekend. i might need to find him something. just something. most prolly chocolate la... thats what i'm good at. read: buying. hahaha or prolly some cookies for his mom. will think about that later.
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