Yick
My apartment smells like cat, which is the absolute worst thing ever, I think. No matter what I do I can’t seem to get it to go away.
- clean kitty litter everyday? Check.
- Leave windows open as much as possible? Check.
- Have pet odour destroying thingies around the place? Check.
It’s incredibly frustrating, because I may be a slob, but I don’t want to be a smelly slob. That’s too much even for me.
In other news I’m pretending to be all active and shit lately. Rode the bike to Mooney’s Bay and back on Saturday which is a LONG fucking ride, let me tell ya. Got sunburnt in the process, too. ::sigh:: Plus tonight I went out for what could generously be considered a jog, so YAY me. The potentially not former best friend called me last night (though where the hell I was I have no idea – napping maybe?) so who knows, maybe things are on their way back to normal on that front.
I need to clean my apartment. Again. I hate that.