Livin' A Stainy Life

There are stains on my sweater. It kinda looks like I had a really juicy, exceptionally greasy hamburger and just let it run all down my front... and I don't care. Which is how I've been living my life the last few days. Just whatever happens will happen and I'm not in the mood to pretend to have control over it.

I have an ungodly amount of laundry that needs to be done and I have the money and time just not the motivation. There are 6 glasses and 3 pans in my sink that I haven't washed. Now, you would think that I'm allowed this because I washed everything else. But the truth is that I haven't cooked in over a week and those glasses are from the random drink of water I place on my nightstand every night. Classy, huh?

Side bar: Ohemgee, I spent SO MUCH MONEY this weekend! Like, yes, I paid all of my bills the moment my paycheck hit. And yes, I got the hair cut I've been talking about for over a year (maybe two). Sure, Klea has all her shots and got a new batch of flea treatment. But damn!, I spent a lot of money! Living is hard, you guys.



The Scorpio came over last weekend and I hadn't cleaned a thing. What he said was, "See! *This* is natural!". What I heard was, "OMG, you're an effing slob!". Same thing really. But since he didn't volunteer to take out the trash and left his apple core on my table, I'm sure that his place looks as bad or worse.

He and I are kinda fighting in that we're not really fighting because we're not a couple but there is a Mexican stand-off of sorts going where I don't acknowledge any of his extracurricular activities and he pretends not to notice. And he hasn't asked or offered to spend time with me so I pretend that I like sitting in my apartment by myself. Which, for the record? I very much hate spending time by myself. It's kinda creepy and I'm worried that some crack head is going to come through my window and stab me in the neck with a filthy needle. I should probably move.

But that's about it. I'm back to living my life like a recluse except I'm doing it out of I don't know why rather than depression or necessity. I just have all this energy that I want to get out but I can't do it by myself because that's just weird. I really miss having a roommate and just someone else in the house to keep all the weird noises at bay. I swear on everything I own that I heard footsteps in my attic! Which is insane, right? And they couldn't get past that lock I put on the drop door anyway. HahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Maybe I just need some sleep?

Weekend Plans

I'm going to tell you about all of the awesome things I have planned for this weekend. As you may or may not already know that my dad is coming to visit and when he does arrive he will be staying with me. Yaaaaaaayyyyy! FAIL.

My dad, God love him, is prior military. And I have been resisting the siren call of disciplined living since I was conceived. For instance, my bathroom currently has, on its floor, used cotton swabs that the dogs "rescued" from the bin, hair, dust, dog hair, and some other random items like bobby pins and hair ties. On my dad's bathroom floor is tile, pristine and clean. I remember going into his bathroom when he was changing apartments and whispering "Wow." You wanna guess what he said? "Yeah, I gotta clean it before we leave". WHAAAAA? His bathroom was cleaner at that moment than mine was on the day I moved in to any apartment.

All that aside, my house smells rank and dank and filled with stank. I can hardly wait until this we get in to the high 40s. I'm opening the windows and letting the sunshine in. Aaaaahhhh!!

Back to reality!

I'll be cleaning everything. Including my room. *long, high-pitched wail*. I can't let my dad see my house like this! Especially my room. He would probably spank me. Or worse, offer to help me clean it.

Plus, I have to go my mom's and do laundry. Can you believe it's been a month? And I'm out of frozen fruits and veggies. And rice. Her deep freezer is calling out to me.

So, where last weekend I got down with my bad self and watched the Olympic hockey team lose to Canada, I'll be knee deep in cleaning products, my poor hands rubbed raw from all the chemicals. =(

Feel bad for me yet?