mess

March 11, 2001 by krisis

It’s funny, because i hate dirt and mess. Hate it. It skeeves me out. However, for that exact fact i don’t like to clean. While i might be messy, i’m really not especially dirty, so i don’t see it as my job to clean dishes that have sat in the sink for two or three weeks while i was away from the apartment. However, some of those dishes were mine from the day i was lying on the floor with a 103 degree fever, so i washed them, and every dish i’ve used since then. Despite this, there are still dishes in my sink. Don’t ask me why, because i’d be forced to tell you.

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March 6, 2001 by krisis

The apartment is such a wreck right now. It’s not as though i’m the one that keeps it clean, but removing me for an entire week doesn’t really help matters either. And, of course, i came back with all sorts of stuff in tow, so now it’s just a mess. Again. It’s always a mess. And i’m already supposed to be looking for a place for next year. EeK!

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2001/03/2660512/

January 18, 2001 by krisis

So, yeah… there’s a small problem which cropped up last night, having to do with a mouse. I seem to have a mouse, you see. As we’ve been over previously, i am not especially fond of rodents when they’re running rampantly around my apartment. Yes, it means i should probably clean more. Yes, i know it’s definitely more afraid of me than i am of it. Frankly, i don’t really care anything at all for rationality, which was my motivation last night while i stood on my chair with my keyboard in one hand pecking out an “SOS” message on instant messenger. Three minutes later i left the apartment (and matt) to fend for themselves against our evil mousey foe and took off at a jog for where i’d be staying the night. It was mouseless. I slept through my first class, but i didn’t mind so much, because i knew my toes wouldn’t be nibbled off if i let my guard down. Ah, how i love security…

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December 31, 2000 by krisis

If i stopped blogging about all the things i needed to clean up, i could probably get them clean. In fact… generally whatever i’m whining about could be fixed simply by replacing the whine-time with some action. … So… don’t expect a change in the level of whininess or anything, i’m just mentioning it, that’s all.

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2000/12/1821091/

December 31, 2000 by krisis

I’ve gotten to the point where i’m just leaving a fork in my box of precious precious cheesecake so that i don’t have to rinse off a new one ever time i decide to have a piece. Leaving me here alone for more than a day or two is rather dangerous, because everything loses all semblance of order without Matt around to make me feel self-conscious about it. I practically have the door barricaded with discarding clothing, shoes, and shopping bags, not to mention the musical war-zone. And, i’m still denying that the bedroom even exists, let alone how much it needs to be organized. I mean, didn’t i just clean before i left for Florida? ugh…

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2000/12/1821069/