Friday Feb 18, 2005

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Cleaned up after roomate. (Not Eli, other roomate who is apparently incapable of cleaning up after herself). Roomate is a disgusting slob. She left about 900 dishes lying around. Yarg. Cleaned bathroom, scrubbed toilet, bathtub. Hands are dry and pruny. Fat Wumbus. A bit lonely. Wondering if Angel is at the video store....
Hmmmm...... surreal
I have a fear of being pathetic, of being this fat pathetic loser. Hence the neurosis. Bluh. whatever
cathedra:
*hug* we share a fear. both actually. i fear that i am turning into a hermit. a hermit who's only joy is cleaning her apartment that is never clean as her lovely sweet younger brother keeps messing it up. it makes me question how living with a significan other will be in the future. i excuse his mess because he helps out with a lot of things, he does dishes, and his own laundry, but is not big on general *cleaning* like washing floors, sweeping, cleaning toilets etc. And worse..being stuck in my bed I have so much time to sit and think.

Thinking is dangerous. Having free time is dangerous. Having free time to think and an internet connection from bed is highly dangerous. Hope you have a nice day in your clean apt. wink

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