You Feel That Itch In Your Petticoat.
Yesterday I got one room fully cleaned out before my elbow decided to crap out on me. I'm so sick of having things HURT. Jesus I'm only twenty-one I don't need to be having joint problems already! Too bad I've had mild arthritis since I was EIGHT. Anyway. I got annoyed when boyfriend was telling me "You're spraying too much of that stuff" & I had to hold my tongue not to yell back "If you want to be on your freaking hands & knees scrubbing out this dirt, be my guest!" Only not really because unless I do it, I'm not sure how well it's going to get done. Yeah I'm freaking anal about germs & dirt & all that good stuff. Which is why these living arrangements just don't work for meeee. When boyfriend's not here I'm going to have to go through the dishes & possibly wash them again. *sigh* I'M FREAKING ANAL RETENTIVE, okay?
Anyway I'm going to use this weekend to clean out my apartment (unless something comes up again). Once I can drag myself to actually do anything. Ahh too bad for wireless internet.. it's making a sloth of me.
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