Where did the magical cleaning fairies go?
I’m a big fat mess lately. Fortunately it is not of the crying variety, but an actual mess.
I think at this point I have forfeited bachelorette-pad status and moved on to bachelor-pad status: three cartons of milk in the fridge (two with big red “X”s marked on them so my occasional visitors know which ones not to drink), two enormous piles of laundry (one regular, one smoke-filled from all the visits to strip clubs), three bags of unpacked groceries on the floor of the kitchen, and a dining table full of notebooks, magazines, mail, and a big stack of porn.
