State of Affairs
My apartment is in a sad, sad state of affairs.
It’s just so bad. So filthy. Disgusting. Deplorable. Abysmal. All of those kinds of synonyms.
My room is bad. I haven’t had it in me to really clean up since like December (I never really entertain, so I don’t need to worry much about that). But aside from my side of the room, the whole apartment is just gross because of my roommates.
First there’s the bathroom area- covered in their hair and weaves and shit like that. Ew.
Then there’s the living room/kitchen area downstairs- the floor is covered in food and dirty dishes are piled all over from 2 weeks ago. I’m surprised we aren’t infested with anything.
They have no concept of buying trash bags- or even using the ones I put out. It’s nuts. And it’s just so bad me and my (clean) roommate can’t deal anymore. But it’s just so dirty we can’t bring ourselves to clean it. Doesn’t help we don’t have adequate cleaning supplies. The flimsy dorm vacuum just won’t cut it. And the kitchen floor is so dirty it’ll need some hands and knees type scrubbing.
What I need is someone to come clean this. And since I’m not really willing to pay for a professional, I should try finding another submissive guy to do it. Fuck what my roommates think. He just won’t be naked. We’ll see…
I just need my apartment to be clean again.
For the Love. Of. God.
