Well, this is it. My bf who loves me has decided to stage an intervention – when I wasn’t looking before he put a password on my computer, which he says will be in place next time I turn my computer on. He said he will tell me what the password is…. when I tidy my room!
As much as I hate wallowing round in my roomful of stuff (not as much as you might think, actually) I am just far too lazy to be bothered tidying it. Clothes, books, papers, the kitchen sink, it’s all there. There are no cleans surfaces in my whole room. I can honestly say that I don’t mind my room like this. It’s comfy, cosy, feels very “me”. The only time I don’t like it is when someone who doesn’t really know me comes around and wants to see it. Like a certain uncle I have that comes down to stand in the doorway and act shocked and disappointed every single time he comes round (I know he looks forward to it, though). It’s like the belly I’ve developed this year – I’m ok with it, except when I’m with people who aren’t, and then I feel stink.
But it really is getting a bit ridiculous, and poor bf does not like it one bit. I’ve told him I’ll clean it but it just never seems to happen. I was planning, however, to completely tidy it while he’s a work tomorrow anyway as a surprise – I swear it’s true! – so I don’t mind this ultimatum as much as I would, say, if I was in the middle of some stressful school stuff and didn’t have time to do it. But he wouldn’t have done it to me then anyway, so I don’t have to worry.
So basically after I turn my computer off, I won’t be able to turn it back on without him. Needless to say, I will be leaving my computer on as long as possible. But I will turn it off before I go to bed. Because I need to tidy my room tomorrow! Although I have the feeling it’s going to get worse before it gets better…
The ‘before’ shot – I purposefully took it with the lights out and stuff
to make it look more gross, I swear! Juliet is startled to find another
living soul roaming the wastelands of the forgotten room…