well, the apt is officially a sh*thole

I moved into this studio three months ago with my gf. At first, the tv room was separated from the bedroom in spirit. Then, as in every place I've lived, the line started to blur. Now it doesn't exist at all. We sleep on the floor, in a giant conglomeration of covers and pillows. The bedroom is now the dirty laundry room. It serves no other function other than the divide between the living area and the bathroom.

It's like a goddamn nest. I would like it a lot more if we had a maid, but obviously I can't afford a maid.

 

I hate when my house takes me over!

You gotta just take a day and take the control back!! :D
I am in the process of doing that...............in fact, I should go do some damn dishes.

 

I hear you. Once in a while we have those days, and for like two weeks we're drunk off the pleasure of having a clean apartment. Then we get busy. And next thing you know it's terrible.

 

My Bf's flat is just like this, the opposite of mine. But I am a single mum of three kids and have to keep it together for the sake of a smoothish life. BUT I just love going to his place and getting into his grubby nest, smoking, eating drinking in bed.It feels like a safe place with nothing to do but cuddle up.
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