The H.O.P.

I'm setting here at Mikes and I'm getting more antsy by the minute.

I'm looking around and this place looks like a disaster! Katrina Looked better than this!

Beer cans all over the counter and desks, dishes piled high in the sink, crap all over the table and the cat litter box (Well we wont go there).

You can't walk anywhere without stepping or tripping over something and there is this stale nasty smell all over.

Now I know guys aren't always all that clean and can be a bit messy but this is filthy. I wouldn't even let my dog live here!!

When I first started seeing him I would pick a spot and clean it. Basically keeping the living room and kitchen cleaned up. And to my surprise he was doing a very good job (at that time) of keeping it fairly picked up. I was so proud of him and it made me happy. I felt comfortable enough to come over and hang out.

I don't know what happened but he just stopped -- let it all go again. I know he can do it I've seen him and it isn't like I didn't give him recognition for it. I praised him and told him I was proud of him. So I know he can do it.

And he wants me to move in with him.......hahaha......NOT.
Never.....There is not a chance on Gods green earth that I would move in with it being like this. And I'm NOT his MAID!

If he was to help keep it picked up I wouldn't mind so much going through and cleaning but when he doesn't give a rats ass and I'm the one to have to keep it up.... There isn't a chance in Hell I would do it.

Which is why I have stopped and this place has fallen yet again.

Sad thing really.

So as I'm sitting here and I'm really getting anxious to get back home where I do feel comfortable and can just relax.

So I'm going to logg off now and head on out.

Oh yeah, and for those of you who don't know or are wondering what the H.O.P. means it stands for The House of Pestilence a.k.a Miker's Place. (Something to be real proud of....NOT)