Four days until Valentine's Day, the worst day of the year. Not only will I be unable to see my amazing boyfriend, I'll have to sit through an awkward dinner with my parents. Their relationship is forced and I haven't spoken to my dad for about three days now.
Not that I care, and I sort of deserve it; I kinda got mad at him when he yelled at me so I took all his boxes of stuff out of my room and piled them all over his den. Then I wrote him a lovely letter, pretty much telling him that his crap isn't my problem and that it has no place in my room. He should find a place to put the boxes, not me - cause my place for them is the trash. But logically, why should I find a place for his stuff that he's kept in my room for four months, constantly telling me "Yeah, I'll find a place for them soon." And never telling me if he found one isn't right.
When I moved the boxes and crates (oh yeah, there's milk crates too), I found that the floor was so damp that it was grey with mold; no wonder I wasn't feeling well. So I had to get a bucket with hot water and bleach and scrub the floor clean. Getting high off of the fumes was awful. [Note to self: Next time wear a mask] At least now my floor is clean of mold and the area is uncovered so it can air out. My room also smells a ton less musty, more like the air-freshener I use.
I'll post up a picture of my room after I paint. Should probably update what I look like too.. xD
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Not that I care, and I sort of deserve it; I kinda got mad at him when he yelled at me so I took all his boxes of stuff out of my room and piled them all over his den. Then I wrote him a lovely letter, pretty much telling him that his crap isn't my problem and that it has no place in my room. He should find a place to put the boxes, not me - cause my place for them is the trash. But logically, why should I find a place for his stuff that he's kept in my room for four months, constantly telling me "Yeah, I'll find a place for them soon." And never telling me if he found one isn't right.
When I moved the boxes and crates (oh yeah, there's milk crates too), I found that the floor was so damp that it was grey with mold; no wonder I wasn't feeling well. So I had to get a bucket with hot water and bleach and scrub the floor clean. Getting high off of the fumes was awful. [Note to self: Next time wear a mask] At least now my floor is clean of mold and the area is uncovered so it can air out. My room also smells a ton less musty, more like the air-freshener I use.
I'll post up a picture of my room after I paint. Should probably update what I look like too.. xD
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