I want to blow Rick Santorum. Seriously.
I went grocery shopping this afternoon after that Sprout went to her sitter. Now, let's hope that I will actually cook all of the food I bought instead of letting it go to waste like I usually do.
I am realizing more and more how my disorganization affects every tiny little part of my existence.
I would like to cook healthy - but with a cluttered and filthy kitchen take out is so infinitely easier.
I would like to start my C25K regime today before I go fetch the Sprout but, oh wait, all my sports bras are dirty.
I NEED to do a daily skin care regimen but the bathroom is a mess and I can never find anything.
I want to play at home with the Sprout and her toys, but it's a mess and I feel like it's safer to take her to the park or the mall
And so on, and so on, and so forth, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. Forever and ever, amen.
You see what I mean? I began cleaning the kitchen yesterday but quit when the dishwasher was full. I put up my groceries just now and I am taking a short break before I get back to work. I hate being an adult. And you know what? I miss being in college with my tiny dorm room. It was waaaaaaaaaaay easier to keep up with. I even sort of miss laundromats because it forced me to keep on top of the laundry. :-(
There's always something to complain about I guess. I am really missing college right now. I miss gallery nights, and writers in the gallery, plays, culture, hell, to an extent, I even miss the douchy scene kids and the hipsters. I miss Pensacola more than I can say. I miss having a life.
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My sink is now clean-ish. I am soaking it in bleach. I made myself a spinach and strawberry smoothie. Not the tastiest thing I've ever eaten, but maybe like Key Lime Pie, it's an acquired taste. Or, maybe it just tastes like ass, but people drink em cus' it's good fer ya'. I'm going with that one. Spinach is only good in salad with bacon - and I don't even like bacon.
I am going to make salmon for dinner with rice and asparagus. Sounds kind of bland, but it's easy. I have to say, I love "packet cooking" as I call it. Throw some shit in tin foil, seal, and bake the mutha for an hour and voila! Dinner!
I am going to make an effort at getting to the gym this afternoon. I don't know if it will happen, but I can try.
I'm going to go now. I feel like I am rambling.