dear when you want to diary,
we all make messes once in awhile, even my perfect- well adjusted- uncommonly organized- evenly tempered- easily tolerated well mannered and highly functional self. i am a slob of sorts, but if it is true what they say- only people who, 'have it going on,' can be organized slobs. look, everything i said up there was a fucking lie up to the part where i go into being a slob- except i am perfect- i'll just tell you that now. even when my house is spotless- most people would find it a disaster. to me clean is no dirt. if all my stuff wasn't sitting around me- something would be missing- in this house it would. because i have no connections here to the people who stay with me- i connect with the things around me. that sounds awful- because i have meaningful LOVING connections with my kids. just not the licking kind. if i were to clean up my messes- maybe i could move to a different house and prolly pack all of my things away and not lick or look at them anymore. i would keep my new house clean again and be all happy until i started collecting new things to lick. then i would be a slob again- with two sets of things to lick- and becky- eventually- no doubt moving back into my old house to be perfect again. so why fucking clean my mess up at all? if licking the shit around me and living like a slob makes me happy- leave me alone. maria comes every tuesday.
we all make messes once in awhile, even my perfect- well adjusted- uncommonly organized- evenly tempered- easily tolerated well mannered and highly functional self. i am a slob of sorts, but if it is true what they say- only people who, 'have it going on,' can be organized slobs. look, everything i said up there was a fucking lie up to the part where i go into being a slob- except i am perfect- i'll just tell you that now. even when my house is spotless- most people would find it a disaster. to me clean is no dirt. if all my stuff wasn't sitting around me- something would be missing- in this house it would. because i have no connections here to the people who stay with me- i connect with the things around me. that sounds awful- because i have meaningful LOVING connections with my kids. just not the licking kind. if i were to clean up my messes- maybe i could move to a different house and prolly pack all of my things away and not lick or look at them anymore. i would keep my new house clean again and be all happy until i started collecting new things to lick. then i would be a slob again- with two sets of things to lick- and becky- eventually- no doubt moving back into my old house to be perfect again. so why fucking clean my mess up at all? if licking the shit around me and living like a slob makes me happy- leave me alone. maria comes every tuesday.
