Life freakin' hates me...
Jan. 11th, 2004 09:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2*BEEEEEEEEEEP*
THIS IS A RANT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Just when I thought it was safe... Oh. Wait. I think I already used that... Never mind then.
Just when I thought I was on an energy roll; writing, cleaning, sorting, doing all that spring cleaning crap that I do before spring happens, I hit a pot hole. Make that a pot pit. Deep enough to swallow my sanity.
Sunday morning is laundry time. Get into the laundry room before anyone else wakes up, get everything washed, dried, folded, pressed and put away, all before my second cup of coffee.
THE DAMN LAUNDRY ROOMS ARE ALL LOCKED!!! gee-zus.
So, I'll clean the refrigerator... Roommate has a science experiment growing in the vegetable bin. Dump that, stick the bin in the bathtub to scrub later. First time in guys' bathroom in months... Don't even ask. I'll pretend I didn't see any of it, cuz I am NOT cleaning that.
Instead, I am mopping the damn kitchen, after moving all the crap that somehow piles up on the floor. Cases of soda, catfood bins, twinpaks of gallon fruit juice. None of it is mine; why do I have to move it to mop? More to the point, why am I mopping when I live with two able-bodied men who ought to be able to clean up after themselves? It's a female thing, I think... Hah! Caught the Dragonette and made him move the crap. Now, if I could just teach the kid to mop a floor without making it look like Niagra Falls...
Next is vacuuming... I think roommate has yet to vacuum his room in the 2.5 years we've lived here... I'm revved enough to just toss everything onto his bed and do it anyway. He's a sweet guy, but he's a SLOB. O.O! Holy Catalonia's eyebrows... I just looked in his room... Not going in there, AT ALL.
And he cooked last night before he went to work... One of these days, I'm going to slap his mother... I'll have to clean the stove top too. And what the *hell* is that on the counter...? o.O
Clearly, this man is *not* your stereotypical neat freak gay guy...
And the topper to my rant, the Rant of Rants, is probably comprehensible only to me, but I submit it anyway, because it makes me feel better.
MEDI-CAL SUCKS!!!
...now I feel better...
I think I'll go hurt a Banshee...
THIS IS A RANT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Just when I thought it was safe... Oh. Wait. I think I already used that... Never mind then.
Just when I thought I was on an energy roll; writing, cleaning, sorting, doing all that spring cleaning crap that I do before spring happens, I hit a pot hole. Make that a pot pit. Deep enough to swallow my sanity.
Sunday morning is laundry time. Get into the laundry room before anyone else wakes up, get everything washed, dried, folded, pressed and put away, all before my second cup of coffee.
THE DAMN LAUNDRY ROOMS ARE ALL LOCKED!!! gee-zus.
So, I'll clean the refrigerator... Roommate has a science experiment growing in the vegetable bin. Dump that, stick the bin in the bathtub to scrub later. First time in guys' bathroom in months... Don't even ask. I'll pretend I didn't see any of it, cuz I am NOT cleaning that.
Instead, I am mopping the damn kitchen, after moving all the crap that somehow piles up on the floor. Cases of soda, catfood bins, twinpaks of gallon fruit juice. None of it is mine; why do I have to move it to mop? More to the point, why am I mopping when I live with two able-bodied men who ought to be able to clean up after themselves? It's a female thing, I think... Hah! Caught the Dragonette and made him move the crap. Now, if I could just teach the kid to mop a floor without making it look like Niagra Falls...
Next is vacuuming... I think roommate has yet to vacuum his room in the 2.5 years we've lived here... I'm revved enough to just toss everything onto his bed and do it anyway. He's a sweet guy, but he's a SLOB. O.O! Holy Catalonia's eyebrows... I just looked in his room... Not going in there, AT ALL.
And he cooked last night before he went to work... One of these days, I'm going to slap his mother... I'll have to clean the stove top too. And what the *hell* is that on the counter...? o.O
Clearly, this man is *not* your stereotypical neat freak gay guy...
And the topper to my rant, the Rant of Rants, is probably comprehensible only to me, but I submit it anyway, because it makes me feel better.
MEDI-CAL SUCKS!!!
...now I feel better...
I think I'll go hurt a Banshee...
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