Looking for: someone who uses fabric softener

Yesterday I went down the hall to do laundry, and, as occasionally happens, someone had left their wet clothes in the washer. I took them out, left them in a pile, put mine in, then came back half an hour later to discover that they'd moved their laundry to the dryer and left a note. No one ever leaves notes; everyone in my apartment complex ignores each other at all times, it's like a rule. The note apologized, explained that the person had fallen asleep, thanked me for moving their clothes, then was signed with a guy's name and his apartment number.

When I was in the dorm, I'd get a bit irritated when someone moved my clothes, and the note came from an apartment of college students who like to party -- not an environment I'd expect to produce an overly-polite note apologizing for being inconsiderate. So obviously this was a bit unusual, but I responded with a nice but brief "sorry to have moved your laundry," tried not to think about the fact that he'd probably opened the washer and seen my underwear, and went back to my apartment to wait for the dryer to be free again.

Which was the end of that, until about 15 minutes ago when he sent me a facebook message that said,

"hey"

Not "Hey." Not "Hey, I live down the hall, remember me? You moved my laundry." No punctuation, no capitalization, just... "hey"

In retrospect, I acknowledge I was asking for something like this. I could have not responded, or at least not included the phrase "handling your wet laundry"... signed with my first name and last initial... with my apartment number at the bottom. (What? I was being neighborly!) He's actually pretty cute, but he's young, goes to CC, wears his baseball cap backward, and is the kind of guy to send facebook messages that just say "hey" to people without knowing anything about them except what their wet laundry looks like. He lists just about everything possible under what he's "looking for," and his likes include things like "anything funny," "anything interesting," and "Theres Alot of Them." His profile picture looks mildly smug, but not too gross or douchey. I dunno, guys -- he doesn't actually seem that creepy once you look past the laundry thing, and probably he's just being friendly, but I tend to draw the line at friending complete strangers. I don't think I'll respond, but that's the problem with neighbors -- what if I run into him in the hallway and am subsequently identifiable only as "that girl with the striped underwear who wouldn't even respond to my facebook message, bitch"?

I think I can handle being the building bitch. Either way, I am tired and way overdue to go to bed. The befuddling conundrums of social networking can wait until morning.

In which I'm a tease

Monica and I are still working our way through BSG. She's been avoiding spoilers (mostly), to the point where she hasn't even seen screencaps or promo art from any of the later seasons (which is way impressive when I think about some of the things I'd been spoiled for at this point). So with her permission I'm posting some teaser images, nothing too spoilery (or are they???), primarily "interesting" images to get her wondering. We're almost done with 2.5 (we've got the 2-part finale left), and I wish I'd thought to do this earlier, because pictures of Roslin kissing Adar, Six downloading into a tub of goo, and Adama drowning the baby on Kobol would've been really fabulous options. Alas.

But there's still Roslin kissing Baltar, right?

Hee.

Sweet Surrender... in my pants.

I'll post a real post soon, with words and thoughts of my own and everything, but in the meantime, a bit of silliness to hold you over. Shannon introduced me to what may be the best meme ever. It's the traditional Itunes meme with a twist: Put your Ipod on shuffle and list the first 15 song titles that come up... and add "in my pants" to the end of each one. My favorite ones that have come up between the two of us so far have been:

If I Had a Hammer... in my pants.
Hide and Seek... in my pants.
All These Things I've Done... in my pants.
Michael's Ride... in my pants.
Tour of the Kingdom... in my pants.
God That's Good! ...in my pants.
Go Down Easy... in my pants.
Another Day in Paradise... in my pants.
She Don't Use Jelly...in my pants.
I Need a Hero...in my pants.
Dirty Hands... in my pants.
Fireworks... in my pants.

Sometimes I'm a 12 yr old boy. What can I say.

Also, some fruit of the internet:

Best geek-related demotivational posters.

For local interest, this Craigslist ad.

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