Psalm 462: The way to succeed and not mop the floor.

[thejunipertree]

"Please mop the floor tomorrow." she says last night.
Okay!

However, the trick with mopping floors? You have to have some sort of floor cleaner to do it. We have no floor cleaner. The floors are still not mopped. I've looked everywhere in the apartment for something resembling that which I can clean the floor with and there is nothing to be found.

And I'm not into the idea of cleaning the floor with vinegar. This entire place will smell like a goddamn Easter egg. And I'm having none of that. If I had some Dr. Bronner's peppermint soap, that would do the trick. Ok! Ok! Rinse!

Also, I keep getting strange calls.

*ring!*
Hello?
nothing.
Grrr. *hang up*

hour later:

*ring!*
Hello?
nothing.
HELLO?
@#$%! *hang up*

another hour later:

*ring!*
HOLA COMO ESTA?!
nothing.
MELISSA NO EN CASA!
EL DIABLO ESTA MI PANTALONES!
nothing.
*hang up*

Stupid phone.
Stupid dirty floors.
Stupid unemployment.

Comments

[meetzemonsta.livejournal.com]

What would I be doing with a bottle of Clorox?

(I'll be on aim in a little bit, I have to clean rattie cages and vacumn.)

[verminefasciste.livejournal.com]

DISINFECTING SURFACES, MAYBE? Chee-rist, you fuckin' slob.

(I'll be around. I have new yarn to play with so I'm not leaving the apartment. If you msg and I don't reply right away, I'm in the shower.)

(Hurry up.)