obliviousally_lj

Okay, so. We get a note in the door today that says people are coming to paint the hallways and shit. Lovely, fine.

Except for the fact that they 'may ask tenants to open doors' for whatever reason.

Fuck. That. Shit.

That means I just had to spend the last hour or so cleaning the living room and dining room so it doesn't look like a pigsty. Just so someone can ask me to LEAVE MY DOOR OPEN IN THE GHETTO.

Yeah, fabulous idea.

I'm also SO FUCKING SICK of all the stuff we have. Not so much the 'stuff', but the lack of places to PUT the 'stuff'. It angers and aggravates and frustrates me to no end. There's just boxes around and fur in the living room and shit.

NO FUCKING ORGANIZATION.

Our bookshelf is overflowing with books and DVDs and trinkets. The dining room doubles as storage space for boxes of 'junk'. The bedroom is always a mess of clothes and craft stuff. The extra room is full of the critters and TJ's mom's stuff.

I just wish I had some sort of control over the chaos. It makes me so angry. I want shelving and places to put totes and closet space.

ARGH.