I went to Wal-Mart to buy some fabric softener sheets and get some cash back for the laundry machines, and now I'm back and... I don't feel like doing it.
My room is a wreck. My roommate, Ahmed, is a slob. I'm an even bigger slob. With no one to be the mother, our slobbish ways just pile up. There's laundry and trash on the floor. Everywhere. I need to clean up. I needed to clean up weeks ago. I'm too lazy.
As I'm typing this, I'm trying to use only one space between sentences. It's because the Daily Reveille only allows one space between sentences, and I'm so used to using two. It's a bad habit that needs to stop as soon as possible. Like my perpetual messiness, but this space thing is a lot easier to fix.
I just realized how much of a hypocrite I am. I consider messiness in others a big turnoff, and yet I'm the complete epitome of slobby blobby globbiness. I suck.
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