Sitting in a bowl/reading the newspaper
The past few weeks have brought up a very big distinction between college and life in Chile.
In college I developed a moderate obsession with underwear collection. I think you will all feel me on this one. The idea was that the more underwear I had, the less often I was obligated to do laundry. In fact, during my four years at Penn, the only time you would ever hear me say "I need to do laundry" was when that statement was preceded by "Fuck, I'm out of underwear." I'm not digusting or anything, but you can all follow the logic. In college, you have to pay to do your laundry and, well, you also don't have much money. So, the less often I had to pay to do laundry the better, right? So, basically I have about a month and a half's worth of underwear and that will give you an idea of how long I can go without washing things in a machine, not counting the days when I don't actually shower (and we won't get into that, because I'd like to maintain at least some of my dignity on the internets.) The problem is my aunt does laundry like 50 times a day. And, if I leave the house, she washes everything in sight. The end result is that she washes the underwear I've used, hangs it dry (yes, the dryer is a foreign/expensive concept here) and then gives it back to me the next day. Then, I put that clean underwear in my underwear drawer and the next day I grab one from the top and basically I've been wearing the same 3 or 4 pairs of panties for like a month. I only realized this the other day when I, very intelligently, moved around the underwear in my drawer so that I stop grabbing the same ones. That's my Penn education hard at work for you.
The thing is not that I'm ungrateful. Whenever my clothes gets cleaned without my having to do anything, I'm grateful. It's just that, is it really neccessary to wash clothes so often? It seems like a waste, really. Plus about 90% of my underwear feels neglected these days, and that is just adding on the guilt. Frankly, after the blind lady, the people with the lazy eyes and all the Catholic guilt I'm getting passed on to me by diffusion, I doubt I can handle much more.
Speaking of not being able to handle much more, here are pictures of my cousin's twin daughters. They're fraternal, in case you can't tell and two of the most incredible kids I've ever met in my life. As is typical of me when I see cute things, I wanted to squeeze the hell out of them. Thankfully, I didn't and here they are making their internet debut:
Sorry one of them is sideways. I have not the knowledge nor the patience to fix it. Don't hurt yourself looking at it, though. It's just a kid in a bowl.
Loves,
E
In college I developed a moderate obsession with underwear collection. I think you will all feel me on this one. The idea was that the more underwear I had, the less often I was obligated to do laundry. In fact, during my four years at Penn, the only time you would ever hear me say "I need to do laundry" was when that statement was preceded by "Fuck, I'm out of underwear." I'm not digusting or anything, but you can all follow the logic. In college, you have to pay to do your laundry and, well, you also don't have much money. So, the less often I had to pay to do laundry the better, right? So, basically I have about a month and a half's worth of underwear and that will give you an idea of how long I can go without washing things in a machine, not counting the days when I don't actually shower (and we won't get into that, because I'd like to maintain at least some of my dignity on the internets.) The problem is my aunt does laundry like 50 times a day. And, if I leave the house, she washes everything in sight. The end result is that she washes the underwear I've used, hangs it dry (yes, the dryer is a foreign/expensive concept here) and then gives it back to me the next day. Then, I put that clean underwear in my underwear drawer and the next day I grab one from the top and basically I've been wearing the same 3 or 4 pairs of panties for like a month. I only realized this the other day when I, very intelligently, moved around the underwear in my drawer so that I stop grabbing the same ones. That's my Penn education hard at work for you.
The thing is not that I'm ungrateful. Whenever my clothes gets cleaned without my having to do anything, I'm grateful. It's just that, is it really neccessary to wash clothes so often? It seems like a waste, really. Plus about 90% of my underwear feels neglected these days, and that is just adding on the guilt. Frankly, after the blind lady, the people with the lazy eyes and all the Catholic guilt I'm getting passed on to me by diffusion, I doubt I can handle much more.
Speaking of not being able to handle much more, here are pictures of my cousin's twin daughters. They're fraternal, in case you can't tell and two of the most incredible kids I've ever met in my life. As is typical of me when I see cute things, I wanted to squeeze the hell out of them. Thankfully, I didn't and here they are making their internet debut:
Sorry one of them is sideways. I have not the knowledge nor the patience to fix it. Don't hurt yourself looking at it, though. It's just a kid in a bowl.
Loves,
E
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