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Mission: Accomplished
August 28, 2008 9:12 AM
y fucking place is clean like a motherfucker!
The living and dining rooms are organized and tidy, except, again, for the corner with all my guitar crap. The kitchen is fucking sparkling, and almost all the dishes are done. I say "almost" because there are still some glasses and bowls I need to wash that I just didn't want to wash last night. The bedroom has been completely cleaned up and now it looks really, really empty. And the bathroom is sanitary. And I also brought back the concept of a hamper, so there's no longer a big pile of dirty clothes. As it turns out, the old big pile of dirty clothes was about 97 percent socks, which is interesting. That means that I should have enough socks to see me through a nuclear disaster.
One of the strange things about the cleanliness and orderliness in here is that I can walk from any point in my apartment to any other point in my apartment without stepping over refuse or avoiding sharp objects on the floor. This is really remarkable.


8 Comments















I am waiting for the after pictures. I will save the before pictures in case I need to blackmail you in the future. Actually, I think you should post them on the blog.
Congrats on the apartment! You may want to document this for posterity.
Now get your ass in the kitchen and make me something to eat.
So did you ever find the bag of vomit?
dani and kristin,
I will post pictures of the clean apartment soon. dani, you'd better keep the before pictures to yourself... or else!
tRJ,
What would happen, I wonder, if you said that to Mrs. tRJ?
Mr. Utah,
The bag of vomit has yet to turn up. Either it was never in the apartment or it spouted wings and flew away. Or the cats ate it.
I give you 3 weeks before it's a disaster again.
Whatever, asshole. Last time you were here, even you commented on how you were surprised that it wasn't a complete mess.
I love the thought of you thoroughly cleaning your apartment. There's something so grown-up and somehow anti-Andy about it. Not like 'anti-Andy' means clean and 'Andy' means sloppy; there's just something amusing about it.