I just cleaned the entire Blonde Bachelorette Pad. Toilet. Kitchen. Mirrors. Shelves. The inside of the microwave (O you insidious, leaky Blast 'O Butter popcorn!) Took two hours. Completely sucked. I fail to understand how one person who spends the bulk of her time here sacked out can generate so much flung toothpaste. The remainder of my Saturday will be engaged in running errands-- bank, grocery, strip club.

I wish I had someone to help me with this crap. Then again... if I were married, I'd probably be doing exactly the same thing, only cleaning up for me plus your average dude-leavings.

Never mind.

October 18,2003

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