4:30PM
“Four thirty. I’ll clean my room,” i told Daddy confidently at 3:50 pm.
He guffawed at me, “I’ve heard that before. Too many times.” And walked away.
-_-
So four thirty, i went upstairs…
Fell asleep on my bed and dreamt about Facebook -_-
I did eventually start at 6pm.
So much junk! I stared around at all my possessions thinking, “Gawd… i just have too much stuff! A room isn’t enough… i need my own apartment or something!”
I’s torn with having to throw away a fuchsia party whistle.
I swear… after i throw this away, an occasion will arise within the next two months where i *need* a party whistle and have to go buy one!
Managed to obtain some walking space in my room.
And ended up coming downstairs to waste time because… it’s already 8 and i can hear the party bells ringing!
Look! So me!
Alexander McQueen Spring/Summer ’08
BUT CLEANING ROOM SO FUN
all you need are storage boxes
ish i itchy wanna go sort your room in a way where you can still keep everything you don’t wanna throw out
i’m open if you need help
i’m serious
oh wait you know i am
i’d like it even!
it won’t be torture!
it’d be fun!
but will need tons of boxes
sorry – ocd acting up
lol you crazy bee. damn… why you never say earlier… but i’ll be too malu to let you see it for now