I REALLY need to clean up my act as well. Most importantly because my refrigerator just died and I have to be able to let the landlord in. But also just because. It is really bad and I can't really see an end, and all I want to do when I get home is rest. But I live alone, and to be blunt, I am a little terrified that someone will have to come find my body in all this squalor, and I don't wish that on anyone.

My apartment is just a total mess. I've been sleeping on the couch lately, since the living room is warmer than the bedroom (though I just got a heated blanket for my bed, so I'll be able to sleep in the bedroom now), and I kicked a bunch of the pillows off the couch, and I haven't actually unpacked my suitcase from when I went to NJ for winter break, and it's kind of exploding everywhere from me digging through it to find stuff.

UFYH refers to the piles of clothing as the "floordrobe".

The Wife has one of those. After intense negotiations, it stays on TW's side of the bed. I can't deal with actually seeing it. (I get hypnogogic hallucinations, and have at least once woken up in the night convinced that things from off the floor are getting up and preparing to eat me. Which is probably scientifically possible given how long those clothes have been there.)

One of the things having a roommate does for me is forces me to keep most of the house looking fairly decent (...also the last roommate made me decide a house cleaner was a necessity once a month). My bedroom tends to stay awful but the rest of the place can be tended to in a jiffy b

Awww... just saw the Love's Bitch speech.

Love you guys.

I wish I could afford a house cleaner, it's one of those things I despise doing. I really don't mind if my bedroom floor is used as a wardrobe, but I at least want clean carpets, counters and sinks in the other parts of the house. Before my roommate got a job, she used to do most of that, but now's she's working nights in a custodial job. Ah, no, not going to expect her to keep up in our place, too. I'm going to have to start getting familiar with the swiffer, again.

I really want to get my hair cut, if only because last time I cleaned, I realized my hair is EVERYWHERE. It's trying to take over the apartment. Long hair is a menace.

Sounds like my bathroom, amyth. I found a great drain cleaner specifically for hair clogs, because that's always the biggest offender. And I've got very short hair, I just shed like crazy.

{{{}}}, Bitches.