I'm trying to get my house cleaned up for Debbie's arrival, but she just called and told me she missed her flight. Now I have no motivation to do the two months worth of laundry all over my house. I managed to kick the heap of clothes into a pile in front of my bathroom, but now I'm just dancing around it and jumping over it every time I go to the bathroom.
I am 28 years old, I wonder if there will ever come a time in my life where my house starts to look like grown up house with no dirty clothes laying around.
Eeeewwwww old period underwear in the hamper! Fuck me, I hate myself.