Dear God this place is a mess!
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mousmeI hadn't realised how much I had let the appartment go until I started cleaning. Eeek! 
Seriously, it's pretty gross. I mean, I'm a little embarassed to say this in public as it were, but Mother of God! On the other hand, I am well on my way to making this place livable again. The kitchen is now entirely clean except for the dishes. I cleaned out the refrigerator, which was massively unpleasant: I try to keep it in relatively good shape, but I had missed one or two things at the back which had since taken on a life of their own, and I'm pretty sure one of them tried to grab and bite me before I shoved it unceremoniously into a green garbage bag. Puke.
George tried to climb into the garbage bag, and for a moment I was tempted to tie him up and dump him with it for being such a nuisance, but the feeling passed relatively quickly.
Now I have to do the dishes, which is boring but not as bad as what I was doing before. Then I'll pick up all the crap lying around in the living room, throw out (well, recycle, anyway) most of the random papers that have been accumulating for the past two months (I'm bad about throwing away paper stuff), vacuum the carpets in a vain attempt to rid them of cat hair, and do a bit of dusting.
Tomorrow I may do some laundry, as I'm running out of clean socks. I'll also have to run out and a) buy food, because cleaning out my fridge made me realise I have nothing to eat, and b) stop by the pharmacy for some random stuff, including either talcum powder or some equivalent "odour-eating" substance, because my winter boots don't exactly let my feet breathe, and as I'm in them all day at work, it gets pretty nasty in there.
Oh, and I'll have to clean the bathroom, too.
The whole place needs a proper going-over, but it'll have to be done in stages. In fact, as I was planning on an early night tonight *looks at watch* I may have to be content with doing the dishes and picking up the crap in the living room.
It's me against the Forces of Dirtiness!
Heh.
Seriously, it's pretty gross. I mean, I'm a little embarassed to say this in public as it were, but Mother of God! On the other hand, I am well on my way to making this place livable again. The kitchen is now entirely clean except for the dishes. I cleaned out the refrigerator, which was massively unpleasant: I try to keep it in relatively good shape, but I had missed one or two things at the back which had since taken on a life of their own, and I'm pretty sure one of them tried to grab and bite me before I shoved it unceremoniously into a green garbage bag. Puke.
George tried to climb into the garbage bag, and for a moment I was tempted to tie him up and dump him with it for being such a nuisance, but the feeling passed relatively quickly.
Now I have to do the dishes, which is boring but not as bad as what I was doing before. Then I'll pick up all the crap lying around in the living room, throw out (well, recycle, anyway) most of the random papers that have been accumulating for the past two months (I'm bad about throwing away paper stuff), vacuum the carpets in a vain attempt to rid them of cat hair, and do a bit of dusting.
Tomorrow I may do some laundry, as I'm running out of clean socks. I'll also have to run out and a) buy food, because cleaning out my fridge made me realise I have nothing to eat, and b) stop by the pharmacy for some random stuff, including either talcum powder or some equivalent "odour-eating" substance, because my winter boots don't exactly let my feet breathe, and as I'm in them all day at work, it gets pretty nasty in there.
Oh, and I'll have to clean the bathroom, too.
The whole place needs a proper going-over, but it'll have to be done in stages. In fact, as I was planning on an early night tonight *looks at watch* I may have to be content with doing the dishes and picking up the crap in the living room.It's me against the Forces of Dirtiness!
Heh.
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Date: 2002-12-21 05:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-22 04:24 pm (UTC)In-laws are always stressful.
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Date: 2002-12-21 05:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-22 05:02 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-12-22 09:38 am (UTC)On one occasion he jumped into my bucket full of water and Mr. Clean. He was still a kitten then, of course, but I was rather afraid he'd poison himself by licking it off his paws. So I stuck him under the faucet in the bathtub, which he did not enjoy.
He also has a fascination for the stove, and will jump up there constantly unless I'm watching him.
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Date: 2002-12-22 03:56 pm (UTC)Angelique will follow the vacuum cleaner about trying to stick her head in it, but luckily hates the smell of cleaning products.
Koshka, on the other hand, hates the disturbance of cleaning-up but is fascinated when I'm dyeing clothes or my hair. She once got into the room when I was trying to cold-dye a corset bright pink. It's a miracle she didn't leave with ten pink fingerprints on her white fur...
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Date: 2002-12-22 04:18 pm (UTC)It was funny to see him wander around with green paws for a while, though. *g*