The dirty world of Jash
Cleaning one’s room is a chore sometimes. Actually it’s a chore ALL the time, but it’s something that I don’t really look forward to. But when you can’t find a place on the floor to step on and you end up swimming through clothes and books and bags just to get to your waterbed which you remember wasn’t one when you bought it, then you (mainly I) should probably start clearing up so that the next time you lose your keys, you won’t need to borrow your friends scuba gear to search your room.
So that’s what I’ve been doing on the weekend apart from the several 2 hour trips across the city and back because all my friends don’t want to live near me. Come on guys, you know you want to. I mean who wants to live in some place where you get lost just trying to get to some coffee shop in the middle of the night on Friday/Saturday. And they call my area the ‘sticks’. I must have run over so many stricks in the near country conditions when someone *cough*Edgar*cough* actually was supposed to LEFT instead of RIGHT. Gee, I don’t know how he’s going to cope overseas… maybe he’ll end up in Guadalajara instead of London, hee hee.
But it’s amazing what you can find in your room when you haven’t cleaned it. Apart from the Guadalajarans that I found hiding in the corner of my room (they’re friendly people, those Guadalajarans; compared to those London folk) there were sooo many cobwebs hanging off everything. I had arachnids living in my room and they weren’t giving me rent! Cheapskates. They come in my room to procreate, and what do I get; nothing! Nothing but more randy adolescent spiders! I know I know, they would have paid me in ‘insects’ as opposed to dollars and I couldn’t have done much with it, but it’s the principle you know…
And you wouldn’t believe the amount of dust in the nooks and crannies. If I had a dollar for every piece of dust that was in my room I could buy a vacuum cleaner so that I could get rid of the dust and then wouldn’t be rich any more because there’d be no more dust left. Hrmm… I guess that wouldn’t be a good idea then.
I suggest you clean you room every so often so that it doesn’t come down to this madness. Wise advice, that. So that next time you bring a girl to your room, you can find her again, as opposed to not being able to find her; which would not be a good thing. There’s only so much air in those scuba oxygen tanks.
And you reading this probably thought there was something 'dirty' in this post. Well shame on you :P
