9 months. in Clutter cleaning scrub it to fuck and back fun time.

I put a few entries here by mistake it seems, that didn’t belong in this folder.

Anyway, I just looked back on the entries here, and it seems that it’s been 9 months since I’ve done any real cleaning in this apartment.

Damn, I was so enthusastic when I started that time.

I can’t help to think if I did a little every days for the past 9 months, this place would be Martha Steward clean, instead of nigger nest nasty.

I really think I have some kind of mental issue that is not diagnosed. Not sure what it could be, but to never have lived in a place where someone could just stop by and hang out without me first cleaning for a week straight, in a panic, just to have my place look inhabitable, well, there has to be some kind of mental disturbance of some kind. It’s just not right.
Especially since in a sense I’m a neat freak, in that I love a place that is spotless and shiny.

The only excuse that I have is that I could only afford to live in shit holes since I’ve been on my own (was politely moved out at age 23, but that’s another story).

I think if I had a place that didn’t start out as a shit hole, and was shiny, sunny, spotless clean to start out with…a place that I could be proud of, I might be different with it? I don’t really know.