Monday, December 04, 2006
I am probably OCD...
Last night at midnight I just HAD to clean my closet out, trying on 6 year old khakis as though my fat ass was gonna magically fit back into a 30 inch waist. Tonight when I got home, its like 30 degrees, I felt it was the only time possible to wash out the trashcan, that big stinky mofo that goes in the garage. Two frozen and bleach cracked hands later it smells like fresh laundry. I am strangely satisfied.
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When the mood strikes to clean, you have to go with it. God only knows when it's going to come around again.
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