How clean is your house?
"Part of my kitchen floor are thick with dust, grease, part of a broken mug, a few mummified oven-chips, a desiccated used teabag and a couple of pieces of cutlery", says Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic. To most people, that's filth. To some of us, that's dinner. Tell us about squalid homes or obsessive cleaners.
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 13:00)
"Part of my kitchen floor are thick with dust, grease, part of a broken mug, a few mummified oven-chips, a desiccated used teabag and a couple of pieces of cutlery", says Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic. To most people, that's filth. To some of us, that's dinner. Tell us about squalid homes or obsessive cleaners.
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 13:00)
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most of my family suffer from OCD
so i grew up in an insanely clean house. as a result, i take cleaning a bit(lot) less seriously than my mother does. i'm much cleaner nowadays than i was as a teenager, though. my first place was an absolute shit-heap. seriously, i don't think i cleaned once for the last 3 months i was there. apathy and depression meant that i just couldn't be arsed. i spilled a tub of ice cream once, i put an envelope over it to "soak it up".
that was nothing compared to my "let's get evicted" party. instead of washing the dishes, i hid them in a cupboard. clothes, both dirty and clean, were shoved under the bed. things got worse after my guests arrived. my mate's boyfriend, who i hated, smashed a bottle over another lad's head, before dragging his girlfriend into my bathroom for sex. they managed to knock over a large tin of white emulsion, which covered both them and my bathroom carpet. another friend discovered the catering-sized jar of cocktail gherkins i'd bought(i really like gherkins) and had instigated a full-scale gherkin war. people were hiding behind the furniture, throwing smelly green missiles at each other. you could hardly take a step without hearing either the crunch of broken glass or the squelch of a gherkin. the place was utterly trashed, but fuck, it was a great party!
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 17:59, 2 replies)
so i grew up in an insanely clean house. as a result, i take cleaning a bit(lot) less seriously than my mother does. i'm much cleaner nowadays than i was as a teenager, though. my first place was an absolute shit-heap. seriously, i don't think i cleaned once for the last 3 months i was there. apathy and depression meant that i just couldn't be arsed. i spilled a tub of ice cream once, i put an envelope over it to "soak it up".
that was nothing compared to my "let's get evicted" party. instead of washing the dishes, i hid them in a cupboard. clothes, both dirty and clean, were shoved under the bed. things got worse after my guests arrived. my mate's boyfriend, who i hated, smashed a bottle over another lad's head, before dragging his girlfriend into my bathroom for sex. they managed to knock over a large tin of white emulsion, which covered both them and my bathroom carpet. another friend discovered the catering-sized jar of cocktail gherkins i'd bought(i really like gherkins) and had instigated a full-scale gherkin war. people were hiding behind the furniture, throwing smelly green missiles at each other. you could hardly take a step without hearing either the crunch of broken glass or the squelch of a gherkin. the place was utterly trashed, but fuck, it was a great party!
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 17:59, 2 replies)
Bathroom vs. carpet
The emulsion thing is awful... but the paint might have at least hermetically sealed the years of dried urine/manky shower-water/pubes trapped in that carpet.
Bathroom carpets are wrong. So very wrong.
And I really worry about those furry toilet mats and seat covers, too.
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 19:43, closed)
The emulsion thing is awful... but the paint might have at least hermetically sealed the years of dried urine/manky shower-water/pubes trapped in that carpet.
Bathroom carpets are wrong. So very wrong.
And I really worry about those furry toilet mats and seat covers, too.
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 19:43, closed)
oh god, they're horrible!
the place was basically a doss-house, my neighbours were a man who'd been living rough in the local park, an alcoholic who liked to shout at himself and a man who ate nothing but weird meat. the smell from his room was unholy
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 20:05, closed)
the place was basically a doss-house, my neighbours were a man who'd been living rough in the local park, an alcoholic who liked to shout at himself and a man who ate nothing but weird meat. the smell from his room was unholy
( , Thu 25 Mar 2010, 20:05, closed)
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