I hate empty promises of getting help to clean up. I hate someone helping to clean and doing a half-assed job. I hate when I get help and it's doing something that is completely useless to the overall cleanliness of the house. I hate to sound ungrateful for the help but I've had this place clean, you know what that looks like, let's shoot for that! Not, "hey this drawer is messy, I'll clean that and spend all day doing it"! Ahhhhh!!! Just go, I'll effing do it myself!
I can't stand clutter. I can't stand messes. But honestly as much of a clean freak as I come off as, I'm really not that bad. I'm not OCD but I do like organization and a basic clean appearance. I also like things to smell good. Is that so much to ask?
And another thing I hate, while I'm on a roll: people using my things. I'm not a complete monster. I'll share. But when someone borrows my shit without asking, loses or damages it, or doesn't return it to its place of origin, I effing lose it. I become the biggest, most selfish brat on the planet. Don't touch my shit. Don't borrow my shit. Don't even look at my shit or I will effing cut you!
Whew, that actually feels better! 😁 I think I'd better go ride now!
