To quote Invader Zim: "So. Much. Filth."
Ugh. So tired. Apparently, my brother only feels the need to clean the house once year. Now that we're roomies--omghelp--that's going to have to change. But every room needs an overhaul before I can even think about sleeping there. He saw my bottle of lysol and laughed at me, the dork. Called me paranoid.
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