Friday, 11 November 2011
10:01:49 AM (GMT)
I'm cleaning my room. Working my ass off. Mom comes down, takes a look. "Oh, this is
all wrong." I'm almost done. "You can't have all those boxes down there, there's no
room for your feet." I don't sit that close to my desk. "and have you gone through
all the stuff down here?" No, because it's already organized. "And why is all this
just spilling out?" Because there's a lot of it. "Well, you're doing a good job." Oh
really. I thought I was doing it wrong.
She told me that I need to clean to fit my needs. So far, I've done a great job with
that. Now all of a sudden, I'm not doing it right. What the hell.