My house is an utter mess. The only thing you can see lying around are my clothes and shoes. And it smells faintly of doggy pee and insecticide. I am yet to clean it. But here i am, sitting on the couch, blogging. And so, i've decided to spend my whole week, (I'm not working this whole week, except the weekend.) cleaning up! Wish me luck.
The neighbourhood i live in is pretty quiet. You can hear a needle drop. I swear! Everyone's behind closed doors by 9pm. And the only thing you can hear are the cries of the palm trees. It's insanely scary if you stay alone. (I stay alone.) It gets really lonely too. I've always contemplated on getting a housemate... BUT... I dunno. I have two dogs and a cat. I need someone who can handle that. I've seen and heard of sooo many cruelty cases. (I guess that's why people get those nanny-cams thingimajigs. In this case, a housemate-cam.) Also, i have MAJORRR trust issues with people. It's like you're giving free access to a random stranger to go in and out of your house. Who knows what they do when you're not at home?! I'm totally neurotic this way. It's moments like this when you start missing home. It's Christmas season, but it doesn't feel like it.
That's all for now, folks. Off to bed now. Good night!
PS: I miss my favourite people. -___-
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