Now I'm fucked again...

It's like a I clean my house... then turn around... then clean my house.

We have snacks people.

I myself for my situation need a clean house.

I'm sure it's the children. I mean they are the source of all things entropy.

Maybe it's me. Maybe I get up in the middle of the night and throw xbox games, socks (not mine) juice boxes, and the occasional mic stand (no you can't make this up) around my living room. It's my own private rockstargonejuiceboxdrinker dreams. I do dream in color, usually green. Pretty sparkly green... I digress.