Turning a Twitter post into an LJ post

[tenebris]

It is Tuesday, after all.

Also, I was listening to Net@Night, and they had a link about how blogging is good for your health. In this case, my mental health, because I really can't start screaming when these sorts of things happen, can I?

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[theredrighthand]

Every time I think I want a house--and I do, 'cause living here has been nice, with the room and the quiet neighborhood and the closeness to work--I remember that I'd have to take care of the entire thing.

So far, the house life SUCKS. My big fantasy was that if I messed up the bedroom, or the "whole house" in studio speak, I could just go into another room. But guess what? That's now two messed up rooms. And then you move into another room. And so on.

And right now, the bathroom needs cleaning. Can I clean it? No, because all my cleaning stuff is at my studio. I hate moving.

And the idea that two people = more cleaning gets done? No. Two people = twice as much incentive to blow off work/cleaning/exercise/overtime because "hey, let's watch a movie!" or "oooh, you know what I want to cook in the deep fryer?"

[tenebris]

*HUUUGS*

Yeah, I know what you mean. While there's more space, there's more people, and more mess, and why won't these damn boxes put away themselves?! and so on and so forth. Plus the more mess you see the more you hyperventilate. I don't know why it works that way, it just does.

Heh heh, sadly no. When I had a roommate for a brief time, we had the worst problem getting dishes done. It was pretty tragic, so I understand how that happens. Also, do you need cleaning stuff from me? I can drop things off for you, B, really!

*HUGS*

[darcenciel]

Dude, this was the most awesome story evar.

[tenebris]

It was the undead bit, wasn't it? *laughs*

[tokyofish]

Ew, roaches! EW EW EW!

And they have EGG CASES?! OMG. *hyperventilates*

. . . I would have probably screamed and gone out the back door, hoping that they had miraculously vanished by the time I returned. T___T

[tenebris]

Yes! Although apparently they're not actual house infesting roaches, so they get the name "waterbugs" around here. WHERE I COME FROM, WATER BUGS ARE TINY AND LIVE, YOU KNOW, IN ACTUAL WATER. Not huge and crawling around on my doorstep when I come home at 11:30 at night, waiting for me in all their fucking creeptasticness.

They all do. Aren't you happy to be informed of that

I can't, 'cause see, they're bad in the backyard, too. Though that's more at night. Woo-hoo, yay me.

[tokyofish]

I KNOW, WATER BUGS ARE THOSE THINGS THAT SKITTER ON WATER!

D: D: D: D:

D: D: D: D: D: D: *brain asplodes* Nuuuuuuu~!

. . . I'm sort of glad I don't live where you are, sweetie.