Do you ever.... walk in

Do you ever....

walk in your house and realize your place is a fucking wreck? Then do you realize you have NO idea where to even begin to clean it?
Or...has your house been messy but you can't clean it up until you complete one certain job? Unless you do that one certain job, your house will remain a mess. My one certain job is laundry. Since I don't have a washer and dryer in my apartment, I only wash what I absolutely HAVE to wash. The rest gets pushed aside until I have a mountain of laundry big enough to cause avalanches my dogs can get lost in. Once I level this mountain, cleaning the rest of the place is a breeze.
I realized last night that I have officially run out of storage space when I had to store a box of old dishes on my patio. I was always proud of my clean patio when other neighbors have boxes and other crap on theirs.

The truth of the matter is...I'm lazy. It takes a huge amount of energy and willpower for me to get off my ass and clean.
The countdown has begun, however. Lovely Boyfriend arrives Christmas day and I can't allow him to see how I really live. I want to wait until he moves here and I have him trapped. By the time he completely changes his life, moves down here, gets a new job and commits himself to our life together, THEN I can bust loose with my lazy, slovenly lifestyle.

Kinda stupid that I let the cat out of the bag when he reads my blog everyday, huh?

Posted by De at December 11, 2003 11:16 PM