In lieu of any social plans, last night I decided to clean my apartment.
And when I say, “clean my apartment,” I don’t mean the kind of clean that happens 10 minutes before someone comes over. I mean actually clean; vacuumed floors, laundry folded and every single dish washed kind of clean.
I was sleeping with a pile of clean clothes on my bed for, like, a week. A week!! This is why I don’t have a boyfriend. I need all the extra room in my bed for piles of clean clothes.
I hope my mother doesn’t want grandchildren someday, because her daughter’s an absolute mess.
Now here’s the actual hard part: keeping it clean.
Every damn time I clean my apartment, I think, “Now, C, you’ve got to keep things tidy and start putting things away when you take them out.”
However, I must have missed that day in kindergarten. I never put anything away after I take it out. I’m a piler. I just pile shit on top of other shit and then it turns into a nice tall organized mess.
I am stopping the cycle though. Today is a new day! I can take on any challenge! I am my own worst enemy! Whatever.
Seriously though, who wants to take bets on how long it lasts?
I’ve got $5 on two days.
Until next time,