this is what fighting with your washing machine looks like.
i'm not a happy camper.
i need underwear and socks. stat.
i have my audio-technica headphones on because one can't listen to goldfrapp's black cherry album with crappy macbook speakers. it has to be thick, full and loud. and, because i am such a considerate tenant...i couldn't possibly subject the neighbours to crappy macbook speaker sound either. aha. i realise that might make me one of those pretentious audiophiles. i can't believe i was considering leaving those bad boys behind when i moved here.
pause...
but, what am i going to do about my washing machine? mr. landlord told me to slam the door to make sure it was closed. now i can't get it to open. that's the last time i take direction from a man. i'm totally kidding of course. i love men. just look at my dad…he’s pretty awesome. hey dad! miss you! oh, you too, mom! aha.
and this too (washing machine war) shall pass.
3 comments:
Ha! We had the same door not opening on the clotheswasher problem at my mum's house, Hayley. Ummmmm, sorry... I don't remember how we fixed it. Did you figure it out?
Busy editing black and white photos for my photo essay on Gastown which I am handing in in a couple of days. Whew! 50-odd photos (and some of them really ARE odd) and I am beat! Still gotta get props and food for my food shoot tomorrow.
Lovin' what you're sharin' ;o)
haha is it locked? i know it sounds so simple but i found myself in the same situation when i used the washing-machine-in-the-kitchen-in-battersea for the first time.
hey girlies...yes, i figured it out. i think it was a moment of displayed anger and the washing machine was the recipient. ahaha.
sarah - you are absolutely right. it was locked. there's a button i missed in my stupor that once you push...it aha! opens the door. such a loser. oh well. live and learn, right?
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