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Pile of Trash

So… tomorrow my father comes to visit. Still unsure as to whether or not he is staying the night (even though he promised to let me know by the start of last night).
Well, as many people know, I am not much of a cleaner. Usually my computer desk is covered in layers of empty beer cans, cigarette boxes, unread mail and past due bills. My kitchen is usually a cluttered mess. I have actually been REALLY good about dirty dishes as of late.
My bathroom, well … the sink is a mix of facial hair and ash. The toilet is mostly covered with read Time, Fur Fish and Game, VFW magazines and the annoying pull-out subscription cards.
The shower, it used to be blue (homecoming got really ridiculous), but it typically isn’t nasty.
My bedroom is always a mess of clean and dirty laundry intermixed on the floor with the random read books.
My living room? Well, Bentley is about the only thing that ever enters that realm. I have actually thought about boarding that room off.

Anyway, back to the topic of this post.

I do not really know why it is that I dislike cleaning so much. I think that it is because I hate to throw stuff away. Not so much that I am attached to it, but I think that I hate the process of it all. Like, first getting something, having it around for a while until I am finally motivated enough to throw it away.
There is very little that I actually like having.
The short list of things that I like have-

1. Jeep
2. Bentley
3. Camera & accoutrements
4. Computer with internet
5. Somewhere to sleep and bathe
6. Some of my things from the Army

Outside of those things, I don’t really need much. I have accumulated so much bullshit.
A book shelf of books that I have read, and never will read again. I pass them off to people and secretly hope they never return them.
Clothes! Where the hell did all these clothes come from? I have about a dozen and a half bar crawl shirts, the only ones that I wear though are ones that I designed (because they are always SO AWESOME!). I have taken to turning down the t-shirts that I receive for donating blood. The ones that I have taken away with me typically stay in my truck until I decide to clean that, and they get thrown away with the bags of McDonalds and McHughs because the shirts almost start to rot because they have been rained on a million times.

I am not complaining because I am have so much stuff, but rather that I don’t need them.
I am really tempted to see when the next community/church fundraiser/yard sale is going on and donate pretty much everything to them on the stipulation that THEY have to come into my house and collect all of it.

And what kind of really sucks about cleaning, is that I have to now load all the trash into my truck, and find some dumpster to fill with all my refuse. When I first moved into my house I paid for trash pick-up. What a waste of money!
I do not really produce a whole lot of trash. Mostly cans and paper products. All recyclable, but since the city decided to move the recycling I have no clue where to drop it off at.

Enough of the break from cleaning. I think it is time to clean the bathroom. Then on to the kitchen, then the bedroom, and finally – the living room.

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