Dishes and trash never really changes. For me, at least. Can't remember all the beds I've had but I'll never forget all the dishes.
Dishes and trash never really changes. For me, at least. Can't remember all the beds I've had but I'll never forget all the dishes.
Oh you're alive.
I forget all the dishes all the time until it's time for a salad and the salad bowl is filled with oily lettuce water, six cups, all three of my forks and seven of my stupid spoons that seem to multiply why the fuck do I have so many spoons.
I never forget the trash. I have a guilt complex about garbage and recycling that really doesn't bode well with apartment living.