I'm not going to name any names...but since I started spending time with a certain someone, I feel some extreme pressure to clean up my act...ahem, I mean my bedroom...it's hot, I'm tired, and yet here I sit taking a break from the last four hours of organizing, sorting things, rearranging furniture, dusting my plant, packing up boxes of stuff I don't want, doing laundry...perhaps I'm not genetically programmed to pick my clothes up off the floor...siiiiiiigh...I need a nanny...
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