Almost everyone that knows me is aware of my OCD-like obsession of ironing my clothes. What can I say, I hate looking like a wrinkly scrub. Well, today my fucking iron broke. I had seen signs of weakness over the last couple weeks of daily ironing sessions, but today it is officially dead. That’s right, D-E-D, and I’m super pissed.
I’m about to hop in my car and buy another iron, and, knowing that I won’t spare any expense on a utility I use so religiously, it’s kind of frightening how much money my broke ass is willing to spend. I think I’m going to stop at the corner store and buy a lottery ticket beforehand in hopes of winning some sort of financial assistance. Smart, right? I’m kidding. But seriously, I’m buying one.
Anyway, I may even report back to TECB after my pocket-raping purchase takes place just to let the world know how excited I am over something that the average person could give a shit about. I’m sure no one will read it, let alone comment, but, honestly…and pathetically…ironing is such a part of my everyday life that I would feel like a fraud if I never mentioned how much I love it on my own blog. Don’t judge my nerdiness. You know I’m extreme wit’ it.
Filed under: What The Poop? | Tagged: Extreme Ironing, Ironing, Padma Lakshmi
A.) Home girl is smoking hot fire. Fuego.
B.) Seriously, extreme ironing? I totally get it.
C.) Do they make wireless irons?
i have no idea if they make wireless irons. but i’ve been meaning to bore the world to death with my latest rowenta post. get ready.