House. Must. Be. Clean.
I have a hot date on Tuesday. You know, with one of those people that actually get to come to my apartment. He might stay…
Must. Clean.
Ack!
But he’s really awesome….
House. Must. Be. Clean.
I have a hot date on Tuesday. You know, with one of those people that actually get to come to my apartment. He might stay…
Must. Clean.
Ack!
But he’s really awesome….
Sometimes I think that’s the only reason I clean. Now that I don’t have any local partners, my room is an absolute pit. I’m a slob by nature, though I really appreciate tidy, organized spaces. My first SO after I moved to Berkeley once described my room as “a haven of peace and calm” (I’d cleaned just before his visit) and after that, I tidied it at least once a week, whenever he was coming over, because I didn’t want to destroy his image of me. 😉
This person has known me for a long long time so I don’t know that I am going to change his opinion of me much no matter what I do. 🙂
Wait… that’s me, right? Oh wow! I’ve never been described like that in an LJ entry before. 🙂
I’m not likely to say, “He’s really smarmy…” 😛
I was trying to be semi-subtle! Now everyone knows who you are! So much for no kissing and telling. If I write a detailed entry on Wednesday then people will start glancing over at you speculatively and all… 😉
All that talk of cleaning my room a while back was inspired by just that kind of possibility.
It didn’t happen, and now I’m stuck with a clean room. Oh well.
🙂 Yeah, I like a clean house.