Jan 12, 2011

Well, I've decided to do this. It's taken me a long time to admit it. I am a mess. My house is a mess. My places that should be organized are a mess. My organizers themselves are messes. I can't stand the mess!

And now that the essays that I've been slaving on are done (cough, avoiding like the plague, cough) I can get down to organizing like I was supposed to do twelve days ago.

My goal is to get it all done by my birthday so that I can have friends over without feeling like I do nothing all day. (Other than sit around, anyway)

Not even joking:

No. I don't have children. Just a boyfriend.

I won't even show you my bedroom. Not that you can see the bed. Too many clothes to be able to see that. On the floor. Folded on the chair. On the dressers. On. Not in.

My bathroom's doing okay too, but only because I'm obnoxious about it.

So, now that I've gotten it out there, that I'm messy and disorganized, and that I've finished the essays I had to do, so I have no reason not to get this stuff done now, maybe I'll do something about it.

Ha! I've witted my own excuse maker out.