The art of maintaining an untidy apartment

I frequently find myself asking Elliott why our apartment is so messy considering that I rather enjoy having things neat and tidy in my life.

He usually just gives me a judgmental look then goes back to licking himself (unrelated: I’m always so amazed by the flexibility of cats).

But then I look around and decide that it’s more exciting to watch another episode of Grey’s than it is to get up and put all of the clothes on my floor back into the closet where they belong.

You know, this would all be solved if I would just put things away after I’ve used them (duh), but honestly, what’s the fun in that?

Because if I just put everything away, then I wouldn’t be able to hone my skills of dish stacking or shoe pile navigating! And who would I be if I didn’t have any of those skills?!

A very boring person. That’s who.

But I digress; I do sometimes wish that I could go back to a time when I had roommates and usually made sure to keep things cleaner so they wouldn’t want to throw me out on the street. Maybe that’s the key: Live with someone who makes you want to keep your space clean on the regular.

Apparently that person for me isn’t Elliott the cat.

I guess that just means that I’ll have to find a roommate who doesn’t spend his entire day sleeping or licking his butt and can run the vacuum every once in a while.

Until tomorrow,

cheers. xx


How did my apartment get this way?!

Sometimes I have a second to really look around my apartment.

My face almost always contorts into something of horror as I realize that I’ve been living in a mess for who-knows how long.

I wish I could say that this was an infrequent occurrence, but sadly it happens much more than I would have ever believed it would.It seems to me that I clean my apartment to nearly spotless and mere days later it’s in a complete state of disarray.

But why?? This is seriously one of those questions that plague me at night as I try to sleep and can’t. I’m actually convinced that this is another one of those life questions that will never have an answer…like where does the other sock go when it’s in the dryer? Or why do fools rush in? Or even how did Einstein get his hair like that, cuz guuuurrrllllllllll, that be trippinn’.

Yes. I did just say that about Einstein’s hair. Please carry on.

The point is, I’m barely in my apartment anyway, so when do I have the time to make it into the mess that it’s in right now?

Some say that I’m in and out so quickly that I just drop one load off to pick up another on my way out the door.

I say it’s the nargles.

Yep. Definitely the nargles.

But if anyone has any idea how to keep this from happening to me, I’d love to hear your solutions! But I won’t pressure you into doing anything. *waves cookies in front of your face as a bribe*

But until tomorrow,