Fuck Tard

I honestly annoy the living fuck out of myself sometimes. I lose things so frequently, you'd think I would learn. Nope. But when I do actually designate spots for things, I forget where that is and I lose them once more. Paychecks? Yup. Bills? Yup. Are they in my brand new mail holder? Fuck no! So that means I have completely no idea where they have ended up.

This is because I have let my apartment become a dungeon of dishes and dirty laundry for the last few months of school because I had no time to do shit about it. Now that I have somewhat cleaned the living area, I have lost a good amount of things. It's a good thing Brian has his shit together and head on his shoulders because I feel as if I am perpetually living with my head up my ass.