I decided it was time to clean.
I’ve been back in my college apartment for one week now, and I already can’t take the living conditions. So I have to clean to remain sane.
There are a number of things that tripped my trigger, none of which I am (currently) guilty of. For the most part I clean up after myself, wash my own dishes, and take care of my space …
1) There are crumbs all over the stove top. Clean that shit up.
2) The floor is sticky.
3) The fridge is sticky.
4) The tables are all sticky.
5) There is about 2 dollars are loose change in the washer (some college student my roommates are! Sometimes, I swear they don’t care about money).
6) The pantry is a coffee-grounds covered mess. I don’t drink coffee.
7) The floors are repulsive.
… It’s time for some therapy. Cleaning therapy that is.
