a sweet moment today in the launderette: three of us women of different age and background, strangers, folding clothes and gabbing with each other about how the landlords here must be out of their fucking minds.

earlier while the clothes were on rinse i went to the cafe, saw a guy with a tacoria bag and said “damn i want tacoria” and now i am waiting for it to be delivered. currently: blessed, sad, freshly laundered, hungry. soon: full of beans.