25.1.09

cleanin' up your own fuckin' sty is gratifying


Ever wake up, and feel like you live in a total pig pen?
You wait for that individual that takes up the other side of the bed to go about his weekend biz, and the second he leaves - THE CLEANING HAS BEGUN!!
I'm four hours in, and it looks like a tornado has visited my wee bachelor apartment.
Everything is piled on top of my bed, and the cat is sleeping on a pile of clothes in the closet (she's smarter than I give her credit for, as I'm sure she'd be deep in the pile on my bed, had she not scurried to the closet in order to escape).
I've scrubbed mysterious floor stains, I've organized all of my household cleaners,
I've even taken all my books off of my bookshelf, dusted them, and re-organized them, in a totally aesthetic manner.
Never do I have a minimal apartment cleaning session - it somehow always turns into one of those "gotta move all your furniture! IT'S TIME FOR CHANGE!!!" experiences.
If I successfully blog about my life tomorrow, it means that I've been able to dig my way out of my apartment.

3 comments:

Erin said...

Cat!? what cat?

PIZZA said...

MARCO'S CAT!
DON'T GET TOO EXCITED!
She visits me from time to time - and then when we become sick of each other, she gracefully visits her "other home"

Erin said...

Fattie is sleeping in my roommates linen closet right now . . . breathing stink all over her towels. hehehehehe.