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7 comments:
sounds perfect.
If only...
that's my idea of fun, not kidding
before you sit on that sofa, come tidy mine please.
Occasionally this strange thing happens here:
In my mind, your little pill friends begin to shuffle around the room doing stuff.
In this piece, they took out every pot and pan in the cupboard, piled them up and climbed on them to get to the kitchen sink.
they did.
really.
I need to show this to my mom and explain to her that my untidiness is keeping away the grim reaper.
I think the grim reaper will find you Ms Kay, even in a messy apartment.
Switch, that is indeed what they (ie I) did. Indeed.
And as Saturday night falls once again, what I'm aiming to do, once again.
Sometimes a touch of OCD can be a blessing in disguise.
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