When did I become a tidier?
Today I was walking through the house and saw a food wrapper sitting on my housemate’s desk. Without even thinking about it - such as the usual thoughts calculating the effort it would take to get to the trash can - I swooped in, picked that sucker up, and put it in the trash where it belonged. Unfuckers, it wasn’t even my trash. I just picked it up because it didn’t belong...
Unfucking my way towards a move
In one 20/10, I… made my bed watered the plants folded clothes that were lying around on the bed and put them where they belonged took clothes to the laundry room for later packed a box for a move later, labeled it, and taped it shut I feel like a fucking adult.
My plants like it when I make my bed
Yet another reason to make my bed: when I make my bed, I remember to spritz the leaves of my tropical houseplants in the bedroom to keep them moist and happy. I also remember to water everything every few days. It’s sort of an automatic chore-sequence now. Make bed, spray plants. When I don’t make my bed, things are chaotic and I usually forget and I come home to sad plants. (Note:...
Unfucking my inbox
I’ve been unfucking steadily for awhile now due to an impending move, but I finally caved and created a tumblr to document some of it because I amso proudof my progress. I help moderate a listserv of 8,000 people and so my inbox can get a little bit hairy. A lot hairy. I try to keep up with it, but I had about 300 emails sitting there today and it was getting hard to sort through all of the...