Another wasted Sunday. I told myself I wouldn't waste any more weekend days cleaning, but somehow my studio went from habitable to post-Chernobyl in seven days. Fuck if I know how this happens. It started with a kitty-backed midnight massacre of small animals in the kitchen (one bird, 3 geckos, and a baby rat) and just went down-hill from there.
At least I'm cleaning in style, and doing it to the latest remixes. Katherine Ellis style, courtesy of Bimbo Jones:
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