
Enzyme says: Tell us your tales of grot, grime, dirt, detritus and mess
( , Thu 2 Feb 2012, 13:04)
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i spent 7 months surviving in that bedsit. i won't say living, because that's not what i was doing. it was the most godawful depressing hovel, but it was all i had. depression led to apathy, which led to me buying paper plates so that i didn't have to wash up. dirty dishes and clothes were shoved into cupboards and forgotten about. it really was horrible.
what turned it around was when i dropped a tub of ice cream on the floor. looking about me, i tried to find something to clean it up. all i could see was a large brown envelope. that would have to do.
i suashed the envelope onto the ice cream, in the vain hope that it would soak it up. it didn't, but that didn't stop me from leaving it there for 3 days, until it pretty much solidified.
eventually, my sister came to visit me.
"what's that envelope doing on the floor?" she asked.
"i put it there to soak up the ice cream i spilled," i replied.
the look she gave me was withering, to say the least. that was when i realised i really couldn't justify how much of a lazy cunt i was being. i knew i had to do something.
within a week, i was out of that shithole and well on my way to a nice new flat. i wasn't depressed any more and, i'm happy to say, i've NEVER let my home get into that kind of state again.
( , Fri 3 Feb 2012, 14:04, 22 replies)

( , Fri 3 Feb 2012, 14:14, closed)

you've reached your innuendo and entendre limit for today, sir.
( , Fri 3 Feb 2012, 15:18, closed)

The first time I went round to her ‘house’ she was hiding piles of stinking plates, pots and pans into the oven “cos my gran’s coming round later”.
Her dog was suddenly sick in the corner. Feeling like I should do something, I offered to clean it up.
“Leave it. He’ll eat it in a minute.”
( , Fri 3 Feb 2012, 15:26, closed)

i may have been bad for a while, but i'd never have subjected a poor dog to that kind of crap
( , Fri 3 Feb 2012, 15:35, closed)

i was merely saying that the conditions i was living in were unfit for anyone, human or animal. as long as i had no pets, i wasn't subjecting them to what i was putting myself through
( , Sat 4 Feb 2012, 16:24, closed)

Dog/cat owners, at least. Freaks, the lot of 'em.
( , Sat 4 Feb 2012, 20:39, closed)

both dumped on me by ex boyfriends.
( , Sun 5 Feb 2012, 14:43, closed)

but the snake was a pain in the arse for going under the stereo cabinet and trying to knock it over
( , Tue 7 Feb 2012, 9:55, closed)

Please consider this 'click' as a token af admiration.
( , Fri 3 Feb 2012, 15:49, closed)
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