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room-cleaning blues
I came home tipsy last Friday and so decided to completely overhaul and reoarganize clean my room. Four days later I am pleased to inform everybody who cares (whiiiiiich would be, actually, none of you, I'm sure. My life is full of excitement, I swear. They all just happen to be sekrit things so I get to regale my flist with Tales From Cleaning The Room instead.) that I am somehow getting somewhere.
Of course, I STILL don't know what to do with the three boxes of bags lying around on the floor, my closet is a whole other story altogether, but I have documented most of the process.
All in due time.
Like when my connection decides to stop fucking up.
Of course, I STILL don't know what to do with the three boxes of bags lying around on the floor, my closet is a whole other story altogether, but I have documented most of the process.
All in due time.
Like when my connection decides to stop fucking up.