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May. 26th, 2001 05:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ragdoll13Okay, so I got a lot done around the house today... five loads of laundry and I cleaned the kitchen. For some reason, every time I am so miserable living in a complete sty that I need to clean, I need to do something to actually pressure myself into doing it. Like invite people over or make an appointment to have the carpets steam-cleaned. Every time I do it, I feel like damn... why did I do that? Now I have to have the place cleaned by such and such a date. But I do it anyway. So that's why I've been cleaning... the steam cleaner people are due on Monday at 4:00. So spring cleaning is a little late, so what?
I really am relishing the idea of having CLEAN CARPETS, though. I had them done a little more than a year ago, so as far as I'm concerned, it's time now. I've heard that having your carpets cleaned too often can wear them out quicker, but damn, it'll be nice to have them fucking clean. They're not filthy or anything... there's some cat hair and some cigarette ashes and nacho cheese spot in the livingroom is all.
So after all that, I got myself a big hunk of watermelon out of the fridge, and a cold beer, and went out and sat on the trunk of my car in the sun enjoying my snack. It was nice, and I didn't even get sunburned. And then I took a cool shower and cleaned up, and here I am, nekkid and damp in my excruciatingly hot apartment, writing it here because I'm too lazy and short on time to put it in my real journal. And now I'm gonna go take a nap before work.
I have no life. I wrote a paragraph about carpet, for chrissakes. I'm the second most boring person alive.
I really am relishing the idea of having CLEAN CARPETS, though. I had them done a little more than a year ago, so as far as I'm concerned, it's time now. I've heard that having your carpets cleaned too often can wear them out quicker, but damn, it'll be nice to have them fucking clean. They're not filthy or anything... there's some cat hair and some cigarette ashes and nacho cheese spot in the livingroom is all.
So after all that, I got myself a big hunk of watermelon out of the fridge, and a cold beer, and went out and sat on the trunk of my car in the sun enjoying my snack. It was nice, and I didn't even get sunburned. And then I took a cool shower and cleaned up, and here I am, nekkid and damp in my excruciatingly hot apartment, writing it here because I'm too lazy and short on time to put it in my real journal. And now I'm gonna go take a nap before work.
I have no life. I wrote a paragraph about carpet, for chrissakes. I'm the second most boring person alive.
