Crazy
So today I get home from work, walk up the stairs to get into my place, and the door is open, so I think, great I got robbed. I go in expecting my stuff to be gone, but instead I smell clean floors. I go into my bedroom and there's a mexican dude making my bed. Apparently this apartment came with weekly maid service. This dude washed all the floors, vacumed, picked up all my clothes and folded them, neatly putting them on top of my dresser. And he did my dishes. I was feeling pretty shitty about how I was going to have to live in filth, cause I'm incapeable of cleaning up after myself, but now I got a mexican dude who does it for me every tuesday. He even put the smut I left out back in the smut drawer. Texas is pretty sweet.