cleaning for a moveout report introduces you to just how filthy you really are. I knew I wasn't immaculate, but some of the stuff that I've encountered in my kitchen and bathroom make me think I should be caged. 
cleaning like a '50s housefrau with OCD. Or trying to. In reality I'm slacker bachelor with ADD. Let's just say there are spots of cleanliness everywhere with no apparent pattern to it. I think the bleach fumes are adding to my normal level of distraction. *sigh*
tonight I sleep in my new place.
I get my cable and phone hooked up again late tomorrow.
cleaning like a '50s housefrau with OCD. Or trying to. In reality I'm slacker bachelor with ADD. Let's just say there are spots of cleanliness everywhere with no apparent pattern to it. I think the bleach fumes are adding to my normal level of distraction. *sigh*
tonight I sleep in my new place.
I get my cable and phone hooked up again late tomorrow. VIEW 25 of 35 COMMENTS
'introduced to just how filthy you really are' - arf!
I'd like to introduce you to how filthy I am!
Damn right you should be caged, you tricksome Trix!
I apologise for this lasciviousness - I am just back from the dentist where she had to ask how much I weigh because she was nearing the legal limit of anesthesia she was allowed to give me, so I am feeling a little wobbly...
Speaking of which, your story about the bleach fumes reminds me of the previous time I was living in Paris in a tiny one-room apartment of 12 square metres that was infested with cockroaches. One day I sprayed the room thoroughly with anti-roach spray, then went to sleep, and wondered why I woke up with a headache and feeling rather nauseous...
Oh Trix, I'd like to see you in your rubber gloves, all sweaty and bleach-stained.
and since existenz is on of your favorite movies, I ahve to go on the fact that you are good things.
have a great weekend.