MR. CLEAN

Time to clean this crap up.

All I’ve done today is clean and organize.  I’m sure this goes for a lot of people, but the surest way to give the allusion of life control is to clean your apartment.  And that’s what I’m doing.  Hurricane Tamisiea/Green Wedding is over, and the flood needs to be swept away.  Call in Emergency Management Services! . . . what?  they won’t come?  Something about real flooding in the midwest.  Ugh.  Whatever.  Pussys.  Guess I’ll do it myself.  Literally, I guess I’ll have to do this myself.  And by this I also mean blogging.  When I was in the Dominican Republic, I didn’t have my computer.  So I could only take daily notes for this bog and write them up when I got home.  So, today I clean the house, head to a coffee shop and start catching up on this blog.  The blog I promised to update every day.  SO, I’ll be seeing you dudes and dudettes later.

So much blogging. Don't know where to start.