I dunno wtf was wrong with me but last night I was fa-REAKING out about my house being “filthy.”
My house is not filthy. My house is light years away from filthy. Sometimes it gets a little cluttered and laundry piles up on the couch, and the carpet upstairs is old (I hate it).
But my house is not filthy.
But last night I was full on Frank from IASIP wanting to be “pure.”
I blame part of it on my feet shedding skin like a lizard. When something gross is going on with me, then EVERYTHING is gross. Before I went to bed last night I obsessively scrubbed my feet with a wash cloth. I think that helped a lot.
Lol I’m kinda fucked up, y’all.
But I’m doin’ alright.
—emily duchaine
Flommist Emily Duchaine lives in the Pacific Northwest. She likes to drink mead, learn about sharks, and listen to the Talking Heads. She pretends to be a professional businesswoman most days. Copyright © 2020 Emily Duchaine.
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