Cleaning can kiss my ass
Oct. 5th, 2008 03:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyI have lost the will to clean. This happens every so often. In fact, it happens well before I start to clean. But nooooo. I have to go and outfox myself by blocking all the exits and putting stuff on my bed so that the only alternative to cleaning is to just die right there in the middle of a giant mess.
I seriously considered that route. Oh, sure, it would be embarrassing to be found surrounded by old issues of craptacular things like Bop and Teen Beat or something, but they're seriously old. Like, 1996/1997 old. In my defense, they were bought for my Spice Girls/Savage Garden obsessions. Not that this helps much. Anyway, I was flipping through to make sure my much younger self hadn't missed any SG goodness. Mostly I hadn't. I also found old Jensen goodies [yay!] and the occasional thing worth a giggle. Like a 22 year old Ryan Seacrest getting a mention. Or Kara's Flowers, y'know, that thing prior to Maroon 5. Or Kula Shaker. Or... nine thousand billion pages of Hanson, the boys from Home Improvement, the cast of Boy Meets World [well, everyone but the boy in question, actually] and appromixately 27 issued devoted to either Hanoen/Wild America or whatever the hell it was called that starred JTT and um, that creepy guy who got busted having sex with his underage cousin. Yeah. Oh, and the Leo love kind of appears about that time, what with Romeo + Juliet and Titanic...
Still, interesting to see the people they kept hoping would be the next Big Thing and those that actually survived the 90's. Ah, memories!
Anyway if you've got some serious need for any of that, lemme know. Otherwise that part of my past gets eaten by the recycling guys on Tuesday.
Yeah, that took for fucking ever. But the insane part of me won't let me totally get rid of that crap until I go over each and every tattered mag. Why? WHY?
I found the remnants of Ponytopia, and a Troll doll in freakishly good shape. o_O Though I do wonder when exactly I wanted a pretty pink ballerina? Maybe she was a gift? *muse* I also resisted the urge to read most of my really old emails [I used to print them out like craaaaaazy] and letters, so yay me! Also got rid of the clothes I can't wear/won't wear/haven't worn in so long I do not remember what possessed me to buy three identical black shirts to begin with.
However, I've eaten now and my back doesn't hurt quite so much, so I shall return to my hell-pit and attempt to move stuff around until I can find my bed. If I'm lucky, it'll be a short little nap.
Wish me luck?
I seriously considered that route. Oh, sure, it would be embarrassing to be found surrounded by old issues of craptacular things like Bop and Teen Beat or something, but they're seriously old. Like, 1996/1997 old. In my defense, they were bought for my Spice Girls/Savage Garden obsessions. Not that this helps much. Anyway, I was flipping through to make sure my much younger self hadn't missed any SG goodness. Mostly I hadn't. I also found old Jensen goodies [yay!] and the occasional thing worth a giggle. Like a 22 year old Ryan Seacrest getting a mention. Or Kara's Flowers, y'know, that thing prior to Maroon 5. Or Kula Shaker. Or... nine thousand billion pages of Hanson, the boys from Home Improvement, the cast of Boy Meets World [well, everyone but the boy in question, actually] and appromixately 27 issued devoted to either Hanoen/Wild America or whatever the hell it was called that starred JTT and um, that creepy guy who got busted having sex with his underage cousin. Yeah. Oh, and the Leo love kind of appears about that time, what with Romeo + Juliet and Titanic...
Still, interesting to see the people they kept hoping would be the next Big Thing and those that actually survived the 90's. Ah, memories!
Anyway if you've got some serious need for any of that, lemme know. Otherwise that part of my past gets eaten by the recycling guys on Tuesday.
Yeah, that took for fucking ever. But the insane part of me won't let me totally get rid of that crap until I go over each and every tattered mag. Why? WHY?
I found the remnants of Ponytopia, and a Troll doll in freakishly good shape. o_O Though I do wonder when exactly I wanted a pretty pink ballerina? Maybe she was a gift? *muse* I also resisted the urge to read most of my really old emails [I used to print them out like craaaaaazy] and letters, so yay me! Also got rid of the clothes I can't wear/won't wear/haven't worn in so long I do not remember what possessed me to buy three identical black shirts to begin with.
However, I've eaten now and my back doesn't hurt quite so much, so I shall return to my hell-pit and attempt to move stuff around until I can find my bed. If I'm lucky, it'll be a short little nap.
Wish me luck?
