Thursday, January 27, 2005
Squalor. Utter, utter squalor.
I've seen bus station bathrooms that were cleaner than my apartment.
The current condition of my 8x10 foot apartment ("The Hobbit Hole") is thus:
*Every dish I own is in the sink. Every dish I own has been in the sink since EARLY NOVEMBER. I've resorted to eating everything directly out of the can or box with plastic utensils. I don't own a microwave either. Grocery shopping is accompanied with an inner monologue running "Hmm, nothing clean to cook this in...Maybe I'll just grab some chips and a jar of pickles...Ohhh, croutons!"
*My bed is on cinderblocks. Which is actually an improvement. I'd been sleeping on the floor since October, when I decided that bringing home a 6'8 fellow was a good idea. It wasn't. (bonus fun mental image: I'm 4'10)
*3 overflowing garbage bags in kitchen. One overflowing trash can in bathroom.
*Books, clothes and dirty sheets take up every available inch of floor space. I have developed mountain goat-esque skills to maneuver the apartment, (somewhat) gracefully bounding from towering precipices of clutter.
*Regarding the dirty sheets on the floor...They were so bad I honestly had to strip them off the bed. Rather than wash them, I just piled them in the middle of the room to form a little "Stinky sheet Mountain." So not only am I sleeping on a bed supported by cinderblocks...It's on a bare mattress, with nothing but an old blanket and a single pillow.
I've been blaming my total lack of interest in the state of my apartment on Seasonal Affective Disorder. I lack motivation to clean because I'm just a little depressed. No biggie. I'll probably do it at some point.
I'm sure the fact that I'm currently drinking a beer at 8 in the morning has nothing to do with it.
Honest.
The current condition of my 8x10 foot apartment ("The Hobbit Hole") is thus:
*Every dish I own is in the sink. Every dish I own has been in the sink since EARLY NOVEMBER. I've resorted to eating everything directly out of the can or box with plastic utensils. I don't own a microwave either. Grocery shopping is accompanied with an inner monologue running "Hmm, nothing clean to cook this in...Maybe I'll just grab some chips and a jar of pickles...Ohhh, croutons!"
*My bed is on cinderblocks. Which is actually an improvement. I'd been sleeping on the floor since October, when I decided that bringing home a 6'8 fellow was a good idea. It wasn't. (bonus fun mental image: I'm 4'10)
*3 overflowing garbage bags in kitchen. One overflowing trash can in bathroom.
*Books, clothes and dirty sheets take up every available inch of floor space. I have developed mountain goat-esque skills to maneuver the apartment, (somewhat) gracefully bounding from towering precipices of clutter.
*Regarding the dirty sheets on the floor...They were so bad I honestly had to strip them off the bed. Rather than wash them, I just piled them in the middle of the room to form a little "Stinky sheet Mountain." So not only am I sleeping on a bed supported by cinderblocks...It's on a bare mattress, with nothing but an old blanket and a single pillow.
I've been blaming my total lack of interest in the state of my apartment on Seasonal Affective Disorder. I lack motivation to clean because I'm just a little depressed. No biggie. I'll probably do it at some point.
I'm sure the fact that I'm currently drinking a beer at 8 in the morning has nothing to do with it.
Honest.
# posted by Karla : 6:02 AM
