Seriously, Is There Not Like A Cleaning Fairy Or Something?!

I'm cleaning.

(Well obviously, now I'm typing; I'm meant to be cleaning).

I hate cleaning. Hate isn't even a strong enough word for how much I despise cleaning.

I should probably mention, I'm sick and cleaning. C'mon, like. Give me a break.

But the Cleaning Nazi has ordered it so. (She also goes by Mam, Mother, Ma...)

To understand why I don't like cleaning so much, you should probably see the floor of my bedroom. Or not see it, as the case would be. I have a picture somewhere, but I'd rather no one left my blog in horror and disgust- as some surely would.

It's not even a disgusting mess. There's nothing extraordinary growing here, no new plant, no new form of the plaque... It's just... Clothes and books. I've too many of each. I've no where to put them. I have problems when it comes to clothes and books.

I have three bookcases and five big boxes for my books. Still not enough room. I should probably just throw out my childhood favourites, but they hold sentimental value, man! Besides when I'm sick, like I am now, I completely regress back into my childhood. (I spent the last two days watching Disney films- proudly).

And as for clothes.... One wardrobe and a chest of drawers is not gonna do it. I have a lot of clothes. I like clothes. I don't like silly little designer crap, that looks the exact same as Penneys clothes does except it says "Abercrombie" or "Lacoste" or some shite on it. I like clothes from those little Asian shops, where everything is like two euro and amazing.

Mam doesn't understand this though. "You have lots of clothes you don't wear anymore." It's true, I do. But clothes I stopped wearing three years ago, because I just thought they weren't the style or the look or the whatever I was going for, I'm wearing now. It's called recycling my clothes. I can't throw them out. Think of all the money I'd spend when i get bored of my "recent" wardrobe. It'd be awful.

Yeah, I'm sorry Readers. That was a bit of a waste-of-space blog. But it did stop me cleaning for about ten minutes...

What else could stop me from cleaning? Food. Eating food. I must do that now.

Till next time,

Rii. x