Oh how I hate laundry.

I’m so glad my landlord is about to install a washer/dryer in our apartment.

Since I didn’t get my ass in gear until 11:30 to go do laundry, I had to go to Buddah Belly again. Buddah Belly is a 24/7 bar/laundrymat on Magazine Street – directly across a large building that is supposed to be Trent Reznor’s recording studio. I think I saw him once, all dressed in black, climbing out of an SUV. But it could have been any goth posure, so I’m not quite sure.

But anyway, back to Buddah Belly. The Belly used to be cool a couple of years ago, but now it’s usually filled with lots of trendites and frat types, which is interesting for a while, but after awhile you just want to jab your eyes out with a toothpick.

Tonight, for instance, I saw an underage lesbian in blue flannel air guitar to Voodoo Chile’ with a prepster with brain-on-the-outside-hair. Pretty scary.

Also, although I’m not sure why, I heard someone yell: “Duuuude, Ratt was the fucking shit!!” Then two of his friends starting singing Round and Round. I guess what goes around really does come around.

Now I just want to go to sleep.