I_HATE_CLEANING!

Not in a way that oh it's just a minor inconvenience and I'd rather do something else, but I wholeheartedly hate cleaning! I hate is as much as going to the dentist or calling to calling back to an unknown number. Vacuuming is the worst, doing the dishes second and laundry is the third worst part in household shit. I don't want to do any of it!

Of course I would like my house to be fairly clean and only be a bit eclectic and disorganised, in a bohemian artistic way. I would hate living in a space with all white clean surfaces, though it would be easier to clean it.

I have a lot of stuff, textiles, books and sooooo many plants, which some I always end up knocking over and having even more cleaning to do. I always end up having some bruises, tripping on carpets and I literally throw temper tantrums when I clean, I hate it so much. It's not a pretty sight.

One reason why I want to travel so much, is that I can stay in hotels, eat out and don't have to give a shit about cleaning after myself. I am not joking. I also want to one day be so rich that I can hire a cleaning lady to come once a week to short out my mess. Though I don't trust anyone and I don't let people touch my stuff so that might be a problem...

But today I was a good girl and cleaned, like a lot. Mostly I got rid of about four huge waste bags full of useless shit and trash that I had accumulated into this tiny apartment over the years. Some of that was just straight trash, but a lot was clothing, shoes and makeup, most of which I will donate away, and some I will sell or give to someone I know. From now on, I will probably just buy really expensive clothing because then I can buy a lot less of it and really think about the item and if it is worth the money before I buy it. For example, I never regret high quality cashmere or leather purchases. Fast fashion is a trap, cheap, bad quality and you can buy a ton of it like that, but it's like buying trash. Wear it a couple times and it already looks like shit. Quality over quantity is the goal.

Every time I do these storage clean ups, I wonder why the fuck do I have to be such a hoarder, like I'm gonna need those paper bags clothing stores give you, empty shoeboxes , old worn out blankets, scraps, buttons, old broken lamp and all that shit. It is really horrible. Glad I don't have a problem with throwing shit away, just like cutting stupid people out of my life, easypeasy.

Well now it's done and I ain't gonna do shit for the rest of the evening. Just eat, Steemit and Netflix. But first, shower.

_{Yes there is still a rack of clothing drying but that is easily sorted in a few hours, because now they can actually fit in my closet...}