Being a girl, I can’t relate to most of these things (especially the 70s porn!) but mixtapes? Yes.
http://www.thesleeproom.com/blog/stuff/1968-2008-whats-under-your-bed/
Being a girl, I can’t relate to most of these things (especially the 70s porn!) but mixtapes? Yes.
http://www.thesleeproom.com/blog/stuff/1968-2008-whats-under-your-bed/
I’m about halfway done with this. Ive found some pretty surprising things, including a rotten pumpkin..
I was prepared to do this until I saw a cockroach crawl under there. Thats definatly not too inviting.
So, here’s the story… and it’s not my fault so you can stop judging me right now for being a slob, because I’m not a slob.
A few years ago, my parents invested in a good mechanical litter box that scoops the clumps of poop and urine into a plastic trash container. It’s quite convenient for our family, since we are away from home much of the day and the darn cat just refuses to poop outside anymore. Well, three days ago the wonderful machine broke and I was going to replace it when my father decided that he needed to repair it so that we wouldn’t have to pay the $200-300 dollars or whatever it cost for the new one. But nooooooo! My padre wants to fix everything from cars, to computers, to his sailboat, to ovens and whatever else is time consuming and not worth doing. He discovered that there was a burnt fuse or melted wire inside the motor. After a sleepless night for both of us (due to the noise and clattering of tools) he comes clean and says that he can’t fix the motor.
I grabbed my keys and my wallet and I was ready to go to the pet store, when he stops me and says that he’s not giving up yet. So my dad went to a junk yard to find some old-fashioned microwave just to get some part that apparently would fix the litter box problem. And today, he has been fiddling around with this microwave in the garage trying to assemble some sort of jig that’s going to improve the speed of my mechanical litter box scooper.
The only thing that can result of this experiment is a fried cat. I’m going to buy a plastic box, the good old kind and let my cat poop all she likes and I’ll just clean it up when I get home every day.
AS for the most recent news… the reason I need to clean under my bed. My cat got upset today from being stripped of her privacy and she would not put up with any more of this cardboard box nonsense. She peed in my closet on my stuffed animals and then proceeded to poop under my bed. It’s a job for tomorrow morning, as I am too physically weak to haul my bed aside tonight to clean it up. I’m sleeping in my sister’s bed tonight. Next thing, as my revenge I’m going to place my cat in my dad’s closet so she’ll poop in there! HA :-P
The End.
God, you would not believe how much dust was under there! I was literally blowing it off books and things and watching it sprinkle to the floor. Pretty bad, I know. It was well over do and I feel qutie accomplished. :)
OphanimGunner is purging the hell out of her bedroom.
...uh. Well. I cleaned. There’s still stuff under there, but at least now I know it’s supposed to be there. XD
OphanimGunner is purging the hell out of her bedroom.
I have two tubs underneath it currently—one for extra clothes and one for notebooks containing old stories of mine. Also about two boxes of costume accessories and hats/gloves/etc. I need to throw out a few things and organize the rest. Woo.
It wasn’t that bad, though I once found the old mirror I thought I’d sold years before. I mean how can you miss something 2foot long.
I went to pull something out from under my bed yeseterday and of course I knew it would be there, what ISN’T under my bed, but still, I looked at all the crap under there and was disgusted with all the dust a debris.(Wow, that was a really long sentence.) I actually had to rub slash blow the dust off from the notebook I pulled out. This is going to change! I assure you.