Okay, that's not cool. That lit'l weasel invading my diary.. Really not cool.
Anyway. As I was about to say.. there's nothing like an anticipated visitor to really give you the motivation you need to finally clean up your apartment. I mean, we did a shit-load the other day. Our living room is now officially box-free. My hunnie even finally cleaned out the top shelf of the cupboard, cut the shelf-liner to the right size (we had to put liner in.. the whole shelf is just deteriorating particle board.. really gross..), put it in, and then we finally unloaded the boxes we've had under the table since we moved in, full of pantry foods 'n stuff like that. Our lit'l table is finally cleared.. an' it actually looks kinda weird to me now. The other boxes that were on the side of the couch.. all consolidated and pretty neatly put under the "study desk" which is really a poorly constructed table against the wall across from the kitchen. So, like.. everything's lookin' pretty good out there. As were were cleaning up, a lot of stuff got thrown in the bedroom, so now we gotta work on that.
'n.. stuff..
We finally got a hamper today. A nice-lookin' lit'l dark green fake-wicker one, cheap, from Walmart. It's in the hallway. Close to the bathroom. So Hunnie can make a short walk and put dirty clothes in the hamper instead of the floors of the bathroom and hallway... and living room.. and.. stuff.. The kitchen is about the only place he doesn't throw his clothes, thank god. pain in my neck. :p From what I hear, it's a common problem with guys.. clothes on the floor..
But anyway..
Yeah.
I'm feeling anxious.
I need a cigarette.
LJ