Holy Shit I'm s Slob
So after a mean boy told me he had no interest in fucking me again because my house was a pigsty (he spelled pigsty wrong btw) i gave some real consideration to the fact that for the last 18 months if not more my therapist has been telling me to hire someone to clean my bedroom as it was making me miserable.
I went crazy(er) and my chronic back problems got worse at the same time, (about three years ago)
for the first year it was messy, and i'd take the trash out occassionally, but it soon fell into full on disrepair, like that show about earth without people where the whole thing just crumbles, or you know, that show hoarders, where bags of trash and new items snuggle deep under a layer of paper plates and takeout boxes.
So I finally broke down, (or manned up) and asked the kid who does work around my house and mows my lawn (by kid i mean 21, with a daughter and a girlfriend) so yeah, kid. So texted him to as for help because I was too chicken shit to ask out loud.
he respoonded with, "that's what i'm talkin' bout" because he's cleaned my kitchen, loves my dogs, and has seen my room.
Six hours of the both of us working, (him much more than I) and the floor is clear, swept and mopped.
All the cobwebs, (all seven years of them, nope, i have never dusted that room since i bought the house) have been removed.
15 Lawn and leaf bags of trash, mostly from the floor
8 Lawn and Leaf bags of laundry to do. (kinda made me rethink my online shopping cart. Maybe i DON'T need a new pair of... anything)
We're not totally done. I need to change the curtains, they're gross if you know how dusty they are, and the room really would look better painted.
but for now, If a boy decides not to fuck me again, It'll be because I suck in bed and not because you have to walk over a shifting landfill to get to my room. Pictures might come later but probably not.
The room isn't exactly pretty, it just isn't really Gross anymore.
I went crazy(er) and my chronic back problems got worse at the same time, (about three years ago)
for the first year it was messy, and i'd take the trash out occassionally, but it soon fell into full on disrepair, like that show about earth without people where the whole thing just crumbles, or you know, that show hoarders, where bags of trash and new items snuggle deep under a layer of paper plates and takeout boxes.
So I finally broke down, (or manned up) and asked the kid who does work around my house and mows my lawn (by kid i mean 21, with a daughter and a girlfriend) so yeah, kid. So texted him to as for help because I was too chicken shit to ask out loud.
he respoonded with, "that's what i'm talkin' bout" because he's cleaned my kitchen, loves my dogs, and has seen my room.
Six hours of the both of us working, (him much more than I) and the floor is clear, swept and mopped.
All the cobwebs, (all seven years of them, nope, i have never dusted that room since i bought the house) have been removed.
15 Lawn and leaf bags of trash, mostly from the floor
8 Lawn and Leaf bags of laundry to do. (kinda made me rethink my online shopping cart. Maybe i DON'T need a new pair of... anything)
We're not totally done. I need to change the curtains, they're gross if you know how dusty they are, and the room really would look better painted.
but for now, If a boy decides not to fuck me again, It'll be because I suck in bed and not because you have to walk over a shifting landfill to get to my room. Pictures might come later but probably not.
The room isn't exactly pretty, it just isn't really Gross anymore.