Chaos and Laundry Everywhere

Why am I still with a person who infuriates me on a regular basis?

Why yes I am having chicken and broccoli rice at 11:30 at night, so what?

I need to stop looking at shit on Apartment Therapy because it just makes me want a place of my own even more.

I have one pair of clean underwear. ONE. How does that even happen?

After binging on the clusterfuck that was the most recent series of Orange is the New Black, I really feel the need to watch something lighthearted and fun.

Shopping for bathing suits is fuckin traumatic. It's a good thing I have this cupcake to keep me company.

It never ceases to amaze me that you can spend hours and hours cleaning, re-organizing, de-cluttering, only to come back and find that any open space has been appropriated for random stuff landing spots in a matter of hours and of course no one takes responsibility for any of it. "How did that stereo system complete with sub woofer get to be on the breakfast bar that I cleaned off not even half an hour ago???" "No idea." "Why is there a gallon jug of lemonade on my newly re-organized desk??" *shrug* "I didn't put it there." "Who put these crystal votive candle holders on this jewelry case that I just windexed??!" "They're not mine" AAARRRGGGHHH.

I don't know how people keep up with this shit. There is laundry everywhere in the house, ants are taking over the kitchen because it's such a mess and I've been down to the last two rolls of toilet paper since Saturday.