Washing. Drying. Folding?

Doing my own laundry is a more daunting thought than actually moving out

and having to make my own doctors appointments... *shudders*

Oh hell no. I'm not doing that, I can't even choose what cereal to eat in the mornings without having an aneurism; I will still force mum to make me a doctors appointment

Just call her up and be like 'Mum, i need you to make a drs appointment for me.... yeah i think i have *insert embarassing thing here like idk erectile dysfunction or your pregnant or something*

It’s been 5 years. Where’s the fucking folding machine?!