Am i bothered? can i really be that bothered, clearly not, not in a Catherine Tate kind of way just in a really should change these socks kind of way.
When did it all start, and how quickly it spirals, first you leave the cap off the toothpaste and then before you know it you come home and have to wade through piles of magazines and newspapers before you can get to the kitchen.
I'm not usually messy.
Normally I'm totally retentive about cleanliness and being tidy, Sometimes you just get consumed by things and then you start to share your bed with fluff and crumbs and strange grey things. Its so hard to do the washing up though, i hate doing them, and honestly why iron a shirt when you can just pop a v neck over the top? I'm really just saving time.
I think I've caught myself before someone turned up from the council to enquire about the smell, which is good i do like to be ahead of myself, i thought i needed to have a clean, wipe the cob webs down and have a fresh outlook again, although once i started it became sort of OK, but goodness it's hard to do it on your own, there is no one to have a go at and no one to do it better than (yes cleaning is also a competition too)
Hopefully it shall be maintained, i should just get a cleaner or at least paper plates?
I just get so distracted, often by silly things, the sounds outside my window, the ticking of a clock, the many many thoughts that circle around and pile up in my head, Leona Lewis, and facebook, before i know it it's time to go to bed and push the strange grey thing out of the way and close my eyes.
So i shall be bothered, i shall be released, i shall go to the ball, so there.
