i just cleaned the fuck out of my kitchen. did dishes, scrubbed the countertops and backsplash, rearranged some countertop things, washed the walls. i stopped short of the floor tho, i just wasn't in any sort of mood to get on my hands and knees and scrub. it needs it tho, so i guess that's coming.
i'm just... really really sick of my apartment. from the moment joshua told me he was ready to go forward with a hard push to get out of here, to find jobs outside of the city, i am sick of being here. i want out. out of toronto, but specifically out of this apartment. i try to keep things tidy, even if they're not clean (different things, for sure) but lately i feel like things here are so cluttered. i'm sick of holding onto shit we don't need, i'm sick of things being in the way. it likely sounds like i live in a hoarder home, which is far from reality, but i'm just frustrated by things lately. and it's as much my fault as anything. that doesn't make it much better. next up, i need to tackle my wardrobe situation. there's a garbage bag half-full of clothes for the goodwill that has been sitting in the corner of my room for weeks - months, if we're being realistic. there have been clothes tossed on top of it to add to the bag, and some that are just laundry i haven't put away, so now i have to go thru and reorganise that, and get the donations the hell out of here.
i also need to take on our linen closet. toss and reorganise and replenish that as is appropriate.
my period is on the horizon, which is making me easily irritable. i hate when women hide behind the joy of pms as a monthly excuse to be a bitch, but sometimes it's truly unavoidable, which is so frustrating; knowing you're irrationally emotional only serves to make you more irrational and emotional. |
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