BUSY-NESS + LAZY-NESS BEGETS A MESSY ROOM


i just walked through the door from a very long very eventful day, open my bedroom door and WHAMO- the mess of my room blinds me with brute force. clothes strewn about from the last week's race to get dressed and out the door, papers that i rifled through and didn't put back are still on my bed, two mostly empty cans of diet coke are on my night stand... and on and on goes the list... right now i'm a messy slobby mess.

yet here i sit, blogging instead of cleaning. and i have no intention of doing anything differently. what is that? why am i so lazy? i'm absolutely embarrassed when people see my room in this condition- but apparently not enough to do anything about it... sad. and the fact that i cleaned my room on monday makes the fact that it looks hideous in here just a few short days later- a little more pathetic.

but i promise you, i've been non-stop on the go for this entire week- spending an average of 9.72 hours at home (with the majority of hours being in sleep mode). by the time i get home the thought of cleaning my room is as appealing as kissing john mccain on the mouth. {where did i get that analogy???- oh well- i'm keeping it in} i get home and i just want to crawl into bed and not think about doing any more things. i want to veg-out... to sit and be... anything but DOING... no doing... just existing... is that so wrong?

who am i trying to convince anyway? you or me? your right... you don't care if i have a messy room and the majority of you wouldn't even ever see my room... so you didn't ask about its current state of cleanliness.

okay gotta go find a few other ways of being lazy before not cleaning my room.