I started by cleaning up the clutter. Then, I cleaned out and unclogged the sink. Next, I bleached the kitchen and
clean the stove. I replaced my dinky plastic bookshelf with the
real wooden bookshelf I got a while ago. I swept the carpet (because it was took late to vacuum). Organized my random shit I had laying around (cords, cologne, etc.). Then I cleaned the bathroom. If I didn’t have to
sleep to go
work 2 jobs I would have bleached the walls and vents. What’s the cripple doing? Being waited on, hand and foot, and having women brought to him to suck his dick?
Hym “Because the bare minimum I can manage is the maximum amount that is possible in a given amount of
time. Now what happens? Does the
retard’
s impaled corpse appear outside my window when I wake up? No? Does someone explain to me how Dr. Bus is quoting the things I said to a
guy the day after I say them? No? Are all of my problems external and not a reflection of my inability or behavior? Yes. And now I’m allowed to criticize you all.”