Decided to get out my aggression by doing my housework, in a moment of sanity decided clean clothes would make me feel better. Well the washing machine got it. You have to slam the door to make the lock work. Well I slammed just a tad too hard, the lock worked, and stayed done up, the rest of the door flew open, I never seen a washing machine work with the door open before, stood in bemusement at my strength until the water started flying out. OK washing machine fucked, Rachel manicly laughing. I'm prefering myself now and revelling in the destruction of a rented washing machine instead of some poor cunts face. The buddhist in me is much more at peace (and keeps asking to get out).