yes.

My usual attitude is "retardedly happy" according to Mr. P. Wow. For someone who likes to hole herself in the apartment 5 out of 7 days and who likes to leave mean facebook comments, I must be the happiest hermit in the world. Maybe I'm "retardedly happy" because I'm always laughing uncontrollably at my zinger comments. Or not.

One thing that doesn't make me retardedly happy is cleaning. Today, I'm proceeding to clean this place up, probably because Mr. P is coming home soon. There is a radius of seriously yucky clutter in the area I sit in. I'm a pretty messy person, but I suppose the dynamics of Mr. P and I work out. He makes less daily mess (thank you boot camp). I make more daily messes (no, I will never go to boot camp). On the other hand, he doesn't really do the get down and dirty cleaning, but I do. So, I guess it works out in the end, output=input.

Currently on replay: The French Kicks