Usually I keep my house in fantastic condition. I hate dirty dishes. Gross. Also, clutter stresses me out and I like knowing where everything is. However, I've noticed that the more time I spend unemployed and around the house, the less motivated I am to clean. It's only me, right? Subconsciously, I went on a dish strike and actually ran out of forks and bowls. This hasn't happened to me since my first years of university aka "the slob years". So I ate off of a china plate with a spoon and used a bread knife to cut my tomatoes.
Yesterday was when I formulated the 'Drop-by Correlation Theory'. The messier my house is, the more random 'drop by' visits I get from family, friends, and my landlords. Not cool. Jenga-esq garbage cans, baskets of laundry, and refugee-style decor are not conducive to the image I want to project.
Shit.
So I went crazy Molly Maid style on my suite. Not going to lie, it looks pretty good. While I was at it, I cleaned my car. With a toothbrush. I figured I haven't had long hair for a year, so the foot and a half long hairs needed to go. As did the spilled coffee, the beach sand from last August, and the melted blue crayon my nephew crushed on the back mat. The outside was so bad that when I washed it the first time (that's right, I had to do it twice), the suds were green. Not brown, green. Shudder. It was the first time I ever washed my own car. Wow.
Now, perhaps no one will drop by to see my clean house or need a ride in my sparkly car, but on the positive side, I won't have to sniff my laundry to decipher what to wear :)
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