"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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But when I went batshit mental, the only thing I kept clean was my hamster's cage. It got to the point where I didn't eat because I didn't want to wash any dishes (upside: lost 50 pounds in a year!). It dragged on for two years before I entered myself into an outpatient recovery program.
Since then I've found that keeping on a schedule and keeping up with chores really helps keep me sane. It helps to always assume that someone is going to come over to my house when I least expect it, so I should never be tossing dirty panties all over the place.
Epilogue: Pipsqueak the hamster died of a tumor. So did Kiwi. Stupid inbreeding...
(, Sat 27 Mar 2010, 21:13, Reply)
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