“Enough is enough! I have had it with this motherfuckin junk in my motherfuckin room! Everybody strap in, I’m about to clean my fuckin room.”
I drew the line today. I was done with all that shit, it was time to clean. No “push shit outta the way” anymore, it was time for the real fucking deal. So after a good hour it was finally clean. The following pictures are the fruits of my labor. Enjoy.
So there you have it, my room. Clean as a whistle and looking sparkling new. I’m pretty proud of myself, this was something I never expected I could actually do. But I did and I’m glad I did. So yes the pile junk is still there, but it’s now fully contained to one area and doesn’t pose a threat to me anymore.
It’s nice actually having a clean room, feels like I’ve finally done something worth while for once. But not to be a spoil sport, but I’ve got a feeling that after all this good, something bad will inevitably happen in the near future. And when it does, at least I’ll have a clean for for all hell to break loose.
Oh yeah, and you may recall I wrote a very sappy and sarcastic post a while back; well guess what, I found it. Yeah that bookmark, I found it. Guess the reward for cleaning my room wasn’t just some happy feeling inside, I actually did find something I care about.
So yeah, that’s it. My clean room, my bookmark found, and a feeling shit will hit the fan sooner or later. And if you want an HD version of my current wallpaper, here you go.