feelin it

[lauralh]

yesterday I
* took roommate's clothes out of washing machine and put into dryer
* washed my clothes
* put the bills/mail together by person's name, magazines on bottom
* put my mail/postcards in my room
* put all DVDs in a stack on top of the mantle
* put all pill bottles on the mantle
* wiped the two tables in the living room
* picked up almost all garbage (except sweepable) in living room
* took roommate's clothes out of dryer and put on futon
* dried my clothes
* cleaned bathtub
* cleaned toilet
* dumped bathroom garbage pail
* washed the dried and moldy vomit out of bathroom garbage pail
* put more dishes in dishwasher
* cleaned stove top till it shone white again

In summary, boys are fucking gross disgusting pigs.

I guess tonight I'll work on my room, I cleaned it when I moved my computer into it but, since then, I've had a boy stay over. Anyway I have clean sheets now, and I will give the boy props for taking out some of the dirty glasses out of my room.

Addicted to Love was on HBO last night. Gawd I love that movie. Not the least because of the "spycam" oldskool. It was nearly over when Reg came by, and we went over to the Mongolian BBQ in the U-District while I spilled my tale of woe. Anyway that Mongolian BBQ is good shit, it's actually healthy, or it can be if you focus on the veggies. Skipped out on karaoke in favor of backrubs and sleep.

Comments

[cpf.livejournal.com]

In summary, boys are fucking gross disgusting pigs.

Yes we are. I spent most of Sunday mopping the kitchen, washing dishes and cleaning the downstairs bathroom because my two male and one (crackhead) female housemates are always too high to get with the program.

But I only cleaned to a not-totally-skanky level.