2005-05-04 - 8:03 p.m.
I’m not proud; actually, I’m feeling a small bit of shame for my actions. NEVERTHELESSS? It had to be done.
The boyfried has been on a re-arrange party on all the closets and secret places, little by little. It wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t toss shit; it wouldn’t be so bad if he was dealing with only his shit.
I look in a closet or drawer…..HUH? For fucks sake, where did everything go? It had an expiration date….
I’m not gonna lie, he made sense out of the ten thousand Tupperware type products and maintains it. That’s the one thing I thank him for. But yet…
I reach for a pot to cook dinner, and I am stymied. Rooting through the new arrangement. Don’t fuck with the cook.
We had a power outage, and he re-set my clock alarm to 630AM from 6AM. I’m up well before that, but I need the snooze, Now, I’m still up and cursing 630, which means I must get up and rise. FUCK.
The final straw today was when he told me that last night (while I was sleeping) he finally went through the mail bins affixed next to the tack board on the closet, in the kitchen. Gah. He found a lot of old shit of his. Yessiree bob, you haven’t cleaned it out in ages. Then, he started rattling off shit he found in my bin. Which I keep clean. FUCK. He’s re-arranging my mail holding bin.
SHOOT ME.
i switched all his clothing drawers.
Motherfucker is gonna look for manties and find socks.
YAY!
