I used to have a slave. I can clean my apt if by clean you mean flog someone while they clean my apt for me.

Now I have to clean by myself the apartment, as usual, is a war zone.

I went to do the dishes and walk away with the water running … ended up flooding my apartment.

Oh and I cleaned my clothes with fabric softener for months because I was buying detergent based off which bottle had the cutest bear on it not which one actually had laundry detergent on the label. In my defense…I’ve never had softer clothes in my life.

 I also can’t cook. I always hurt myself. Burns, severed fingers, etc, etc, etc.

The only I like and am good at is putting things in alphabetical order. I work at a library for a couple years so  I guess it stuck with me.

I’ve decided I need to work on my domestic skills. Tonight I will do my dishes which haven’t been done in three weeks.

Also I’m sorry I’ve been so pouty lately. I’m aware it’s not very attractive. Ha. I promise you all that there’s a lot of fun and exciting things happening in the coming months.