You would think this disgusting mess and the fear of people seeing it would motivate me to clean up. Nope. What motivated me?
|He was getting awfully close to a pile of my clothes.|
I decided to clean up my stuff because if I find this centipede in a pair of my underwear I am going to DIE. My mom and dad will have to come and get my dead body and they pretty much already told me that wasn't going to happen.
So, I cleaned my apartment. It took fourteen seconds.
I love how when you were at home you claimed to be so clean, but that was just because you had a gigantic house, and now that you live in a small place you realize how messy you are.
ahhhh...so it's all about perspective isn't it?
I must always live in gigantic houses then.
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