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life is much more pleasant when i am oblivious to my surroundings. i have an impressive ability to not pay attention to what's right in front of me- moldy plates, dirt on the floor, popsicle wrappers, an assortment of empty and half-full beer cans, etc. every once in a while reality penetrates my mental barrier and i become jonny the dirty room slayer, dedicated to destroying the big bad that is my filtiness. this sort of thing happens more frequently than it used to (but still not enough). ONE DAY my room will be consistently habitable enough for me to have guests over and i won't feel the need to say "sorry my room is so disgusting" . one day...