Pink/Pretty Please/Pokemon

When are you officially too old to have a laundry disaster? I opened the machine, found a mountain of pink waiting for me and thought, how clichéd. The culprit was an eight year-old fuchsia pashmina that I could have sworn I’d washed before. I mean, eight years…seriously. The damage was manageable: two shirts of Mr. Rose (haha. I mean, oh no!), some striped socks that are now even more striped, and a white top with green and pink embroidery that is now, well, even more pink. So, all in all, not too bad. Though I really thought I was past pink laundry…

The landlord is coming over soon to empty his cupboard –yay! I please-please-pretty-pleased for months and now he’s finally taking me seriously: it’s summer and where’s a girl to put all of her summer clothes if half of the cupboard space is occupied and chained closed (I have to admit, kinda curious. I think I’ll be casually lurking in the background as he empties it). One thing’s worrying me though: since moving in I’ve kind of, well, redecorated a little. It started innocently enough, putting away some vases with plastic roses and the like. But I’ve since got rid of the dining table and chairs (relocated to the balcony), the hideous painting (stacked in a bedroom), coffee table (ditto), some other chairs…and now I look around and I have to admit that very little remains of the original décor. Will he mind, I wonder..?

And I just saw a Pokemon cloud. Couldn’t help sharing…