I hate you. I hate how you pile up in my room. I hate how you limit my wardrobe. I hate that it takes an entire night to do you. I hate taking you up 20 floors in my apartment building to put you in the shared washers and dryers. I hate folding you and putting you away. I avoid you at all costs but you always creep up on me and about every 2 weeks you explode forcing me to face you once more. For this reason I need my next apartment to have its own washer/dryer unit. Then you will no longer be a problem to me and I will be able to do you (or not) whenever I want.