Dirty Pretty Things

Jul 28, 2007 12:15

So Don is coming up tonight to take me on a midnight picnic at the beach. I never thought of myself as a romantic person, but I can tell you that this makes me all smiles. It's nice to be seeing a guy who is thoughtful, creative and fun.

So I have spent the majority of the morning cleaning my filthy room. I have never seen so many dustbunnies in my life, and I am sure they are still inhabiting my closet and underneath my bed because I have yet to go those places. I don't even have time to so they stay hidden. I must remember to not open my closet at all tonight or he will see the truth. That I am a filthy, messy person and he is a neat-nick. I've come to realize that "messy and disgusting" does not equal "freewheeling and uninhibited", I just can't control this case of dirt blindness.

God help me if we get as serious as to move in together. I need to start working on this whole picking up after myself. It's a tad ridiculous.

filth, don, midnight picnic

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