So this week I had an awesomely hairbrained idea; I figured that perhaps all of this bad luck was coming from the fact that I was so messy/untidy/despised keeping things clean. So in a herioc effort I totally overhauled the whole flat last weekend (also I figured cleaning would let out all of this frustreated angry energy I seem to have at the moment. It didnt. But thats a whole other story). Throughout the week I was careful not to slack at all. I am currently living in domesticated bliss. Alone. Ye thats right, seems like all of my plans fell through again this week, including the second last minute plans I managed to make for this weekend. Gone. Nothing. So thats that idea out of the window. Whats the fucking point of having a sparkly wonderful flat when there is no reward for it?!
I think tomorrow im going to take every piece of clothing I own and throw it around the flat. Then im going to stay in bed all day and sulk like a petulant child. Fuck being an adult.
