she won't be thankful anymore

fairly productive tuesday, and it's only twoish.

not only have i done the communal shopping, finished my laundry, gotten hit on by a meth addict AND cleaned my room, i've also cleaned neptune.

well. i'm cleaning neptune. she's currently setting on the bathroom corner.

it all started when i did a gentle rinse before i set down to (one of) my daily alotment(s) of nature's happy. i got the water as hot as possible and filled 'er up, shook, and poured. dis.gust.ing. i knew she was dirty, but jesus christ. i've been using her when she's in that bad of condition? it's like driving a car that needs an oil change. quickly did a little mental math as to when the last time i actually actually cleaned her was. i mean cleaned cleaned. rock salt and alcohol style.

summer time.

almost a year ago. that's just sick. my poor lungs. it's been a long road since. it took me at least half an hour to get the bowl clean, while letting the rest of it soak in it's plugged up and tilted glory. i am thoroughly disappointed in myself. i always told myself i wouldn't be oneo f the naughties that let their pieces get horrid and dirty and thus, defile their lungs often and much.

i have failed.