Saturday.  The day we get ready for Sunday.  We wash our clothes. I love washing clothes.  Going to the overly warm basement, filling a washer with the clothes I wore this week; bliss.  I listen to the quarters drop with bell-like clinks in the slots, and I crush my detergent tablets into the little basin.  I press the "bright colors" button, and the machine starts its hum to life.  A little click, snap, pop, as the machines that are older than me begin to roar....

nataliedee.com I am so cool, and I just want to brag about it for a minute. See, ya'll don't know me, so I don't feel bad about showing off my successes like I would to people that I live with. Ready? Here goes: 1. I had to write a stupid paper about Citizen Kane for my film class. I bull-crapped it, and got a perfect score!!!! Yay me! 2. Then I went to English, where I received my newly graded five page essay defining a type of fear. I chose horror, and went through...