Our basement=scary as FUCK

I usually wait about 3-4 weeks to do my laundry in order to avoid going into our basement. I am TERRIFIED of our basement (I did have a traumatic experience down there once...someone shut off the light while I was doing laundry, hence my irrational fears about the basement)! Well, it's been 3 weeks (actually probably more) and my laundry has consumed half of Drake's and my bedroom. Today, I decided to venture into the basement to do my laundry. Of course, I made sure to bring a kitchen knife along, just in case. (You never know what kinds of ghosts/serial killers are lurking down there!) I sprinted down the basement stairs, threw my laundry into the washer as fast as I could, and sprinted back up the stairs...and tripped and fell on my ass. Go figure. Luckily I didn't land on the kitchen knife that was in my hand. That would have been bad news. So from now on, there will be no more sprinting with knives. And now I have to go back to the basement to change my laundry...FUCK!!!

xoxo,
Kelsey