The Attack of the Laundrymat Grease Monster or How I Fill My Pillows

 Hey, Gents and Vents!

 Just thought I'd drop a little line while I'm able. I'm doing well in school. I could be doing a bit better, but that improvement is going to happen shortly, I'm almost sure of it.

 Last weekend I got to take a good portion of my laundry to the matic shop where they allow me to utilize their machinery to get my skivvies all kinds of squeaky. It's not too cheap, but it works faster than if I did it in someone's home.

 The really bad thing about the Laundromat is that it comes with all sorts of disclaimers:

 "Do not leave your clothes unattended. If clothes are left, they will be pulled from the machines"

 when reading that one I imagined a person going out for a smoke, and once out of the doors the attendant starts chucking sloppy undies and soggy oven mits around. Those that wish to hoard other's goodies end up catching and stashing the poor smoker's belongings.

 "We are not responsible for stains or ruined clothes due to any items that were previously left in the washer/driers"

 This one got me. One, because I checked the washer that I used for my clothes, and two, because I wasn't aware that someone had tried to double their patchouli oil as downy on the load previous to mine.

 Needless to say, I ruined two of my favorite T-shirts. One was a branded one with my college and a logo from a company that does business in shady areas of the world, the other was a shirt I created as a social commentary on no matter how high minded we perceive ourselves as a species, we can never outrun our primal instincts.

 So I was sad for the ride home with the laundry, until we got to the drive. Right there, I decided that those two problem shirts would start a solution to another problem of mine. Pillows.

 Having recently moved, I have somehow lost my pillow to the land of the left socks(Usually taken by the dryer, but sometimes it just happens out of the blue). So I have been crumpling everything I could think of and fitting it beneath my noggin in order to catch some zzzzz's. It hasn't been good. I've noticed my lack of good sleep even though I'm sleeping in a real bed since being without for so long.

 So I'm developing a system of sorts with cutting/tearing/snipping the shirts into tiny little bits and getting them to go into a pillow case that, once filled, I will attempt to sew shut. It can't be too hard, I just assisted in hand sewing a hat for my mother and she absolutely loves it.

 I appreciate all of you for looking and sticking with me in this time of non-internet at my place. I just tried to order the internet online, but for some reason the company that provides it in my area finds that to be oxymoronic and I must use a telephone to start the process(This sort of reminds me of the guy that wouldn't do business with me because I didn't own a car, the anti-pedestrianist).

 So for now, I will go, but I will be back to comment and read and enjoy all that brings us here together. Keep safe and live as wild as the law and nature will allow you!

                                                                                                             Your bud,
                                                                                                                              Shockgrubz

Randoom Design: Custom Pillow

Feeling like 'rand'paging through the streets, I asked the universe a question today.

"What is it that I need to work on right now?". I delivered this without of the hint of expectation that grew inside me. This specific query is a rather frequent one to the Universe from little old me. If I prepare myself for the answer, it'll  happen.

 Today the answer was, "Fix your pillow situation.". Sounds silly, but to me, dreaming is serious business. While I'm sympathetic to those who need their 'beauty' sleep, I focus on the more mental/spiritual side of sleep. I've got to log rem hours in order to function.

 My last pillow was a microfiber retail nugget for sixty bucks. The thing was so cush that it would lull me to slumber like an army of crickets and cicadas beating out a slowing rhythm.

 When I moved in with my ex, her dog ate the pillow. Although it wasn't the point of the eventual break-up, I still resented her for not replacing my precious pillow. I held on to this resentment until I let it take hold of me and rot me from the inside out.

 Standing there after getting the answer from the universe, I got to work. I found a fluffy pillow with some embroidered letters on it. It was in the shape of a pretty big heart. I didn't really care for the looks, but it was filled with micro beads. I then took 2 medium sized book covers and stuffed the pillow inside those. Here is the final product:

 It's got lumps in just the right places, has a fuzzy spot for my cheek, and squishes with maximum bounce-back.

 The pillow is the transducer to the dream world.

 I spray mine with a pleasantly scented product before falling into the middle of the earth to sleep.