So yesterday I ventured where no sane person would go...under my bed. I was looking for my brown eyeliner, so i cleaned under my dressers. Then it was the floor. And then i had a crazy thought that it was under my bed. So I cleaned it. I started at four, and finished cleaning at twelve-fourty-five. I was so tired I almost collasped.
Luckily I prepared and had a garbage bag handy whne i ventured to my bed. It was filled to the brim before I was done with my dresser. Mounds and mounds of dirt surronded my room when i emptyed the things out of my bed. Its a wonder how I got everything put away.
I finally finished under my bed around eleven. But then my dressers and bookshelves where messy. That didnt take as much courage as going under my bed did. I cleaned non-stop tot he sound of music till I was finally done.
It took a while, but right now, my room is spotless. I wonder how long that would last...
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I give it a day ;)
Job well done, make it last...
HA two days! Take that!
My room was always trashed when I was growing up. Now that I'm grown it's always clean. How things change.
Same! When i was little, i would never even think of cleaning. Now I do it weekly.
I won't tell you what my room looked like growing up ;)
Ya thats like confidential...like opening up Area-51 to the public!
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