June 29th, 2002


Note to Self:

NEVER AGAIN get an apartment with hardwood floors. There is absolutely no way to keep the place from feeling like there is a 1/2" layer of dirt, grime, dust and other specks of stuff constantly on the floor. Short of vacuuming every day, that is, but fuck that. I want carpets.

My futon is all about me for giving it some Fabreeze lovin' today, however.

Maybe also if I learned not to just drop things wherever when I come in at the end of the day the place would keep more of a maintained clean. But no, I always wait until someone's coming over to clean and put things where they belong, then wonder why I have a pile of unopened credit card offers sitting on the counter less than four feet from the trash can.
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The Salad Days

Door #2 on Let's Make A Deal just featured $150 worth of indoor wood paneling.

Door #1 contained a brand new $4,110.35 Camaro.

Door #3, the "big deal", made a very lucky lady very happy with a fur coat.

Where have all the flowers gone?
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