Crash Cleaning
My pad is the classic bachelor crash space. Books piled everywhere. Dishes that refuse to get washed, laundry sorted into 3 to 5 stages of cleanliness. The usual.
Well, my lil bro and myself are heading up the road for a few days and my dad said he was going to stop in and make sure Kittyhawk gets his viddles, lest the little bastage turn mean.
So now, because I don't want my parents coming into my sty as is, combined with my need for extreme and overt laziness, I find myself scrubbing dishes at 1am and plotting places to shove stacks of books. My bedroom is a write-off at this point. That will be a week all by itself.
I am outa here until Wednesday night. Will try and post some pics of our trip.
Have at it all.
Well, my lil bro and myself are heading up the road for a few days and my dad said he was going to stop in and make sure Kittyhawk gets his viddles, lest the little bastage turn mean.
So now, because I don't want my parents coming into my sty as is, combined with my need for extreme and overt laziness, I find myself scrubbing dishes at 1am and plotting places to shove stacks of books. My bedroom is a write-off at this point. That will be a week all by itself.
I am outa here until Wednesday night. Will try and post some pics of our trip.
Have at it all.
posted by Phil M. at 1:04 AM
4 Comments:
May the Force be with you.
Just so you know, Anti just linked you.
The picture of a picture of him.
Yes, I saw that too! Picture of a picture, how meta-.
Thanks for linking me. I never know why the hell anyone else would read my blog, but I appreciate it.
Glad to. And no worries mum, its a fun lil blog to read.
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