Reason Numero Uno to Be a Slob: So, when I moved into my pad, it had been flipped. That is to say, someone took a home, gutted it, made it pretty, then sold it...in the case of the Rock Chick Lair, to me. This meant that prior to my habitation, a load of dudes spent a lot of time here. And THIS meant that they left some not fun stuff. Like a sticky stain from a spilled beverage in the garage (as well as other stuff in the garage that Ive disposed of that I semi-recall was unfun cleaning up but Ive blocked the memory). As for the spill, easy fix, pour hot water on it until it goes away. The last remnant of their presence was a mysterious rubbish bin that Id looked into once, I think I lost some hair and I know my eyes started burning, I closed it and decided to pretend it didnt exist. For some reason, since getting back from Europe, Ive been on a tidying binge. You know, the kind where you finally clean up that spill of dishwashing liquid under your sink thats been there since you accidentally put the bottle in upside down to get out the last dregs but you forgot to snap the cap closed. Shiz like that. So, I was taking a bunch of stuff out to the bins in the alley and caught sight of the mysterious one left as a heinous prezzie I did not want. I decided to do something about it. And I wish I didnt. This included me rolling that effer to the alley, lifting it, dumping it, nearly losing my yummy Trader Joes cereal, then rolling it back. I couldnt abide the idea that stench was anywhere on my property so I then washed out the inside...FIVE TIMES. I kept the cereal down. I also contemplated slobbery for the first time in my life. But its gone now...as is the dishwashing liquid spill. So I suppose Ill keep being tidy. Then again, my pad is all mine now, so no more mysterious rubbish bins to deal with. A plus! Rock on!
Posted on: Thu, 21 Aug 2014 17:20:52 +0000
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