My movement against being a human sardine.

This morning I was running around the house with wet mop hair, searching the dryer for anything I could pull off as an outfit, towel continuing to fall down (you're welcome for that visual), and I couldn't help but wonder where people fit certain household things in their regular daily routine.

If you look around my house right now it's pure chaos.

Which, if we're being honest, is the cool part about being a grown up - no one is going to tell me I can't drink wine go see my friends if I don't put everything away.

Really though, I should probably still have someone telling me those things because I suck at finding time to do random chores around the house.

No, this isn't another post about how much I loathe laundry.

Although I could really do a month of posts on that one, I'll spare you the laundrama.

This is more about how most of you will think I'm an absolute slob after reading this.

Really, I'm not... I think I just bite off a little more than I can chew. My plate is full to the max, yo.

I do not know when (or why, really.) I'm supposed to make the bed.

I just don't.

It's not like I even have enough time to blow-dry my hair in the morning, let alone do a chore that is just going to get messed up again in about 15 hours.

And clearly my 2 furry companions are no help in this area. 

Whatever, I'm not a fan of tightly tucked in sheets anyways. That shit is too restricting.

Let's call this one my movement against being a human sardine.

I also don't know when I'm supposed to sort through the crap mail I leave in my mailbox for weeks days.

I know it's all junk but I swear I get anxiety just thinking about possibly missing something.

You know, like a winning $1,000,000 Publishers Clearing House check.

I wish I could say this is the only counter top covered in crap in my house currently.

Not so much.

In my defense, I'm really good at re-stacking the crap to make it appear to be organized. 

Call me pro-bullshitter.

You remember how we just got back from that fun trip to NYC?

There's a good chance that the suitcase my clothes were packed in will continue to stay packed for at least another week or two.

Or until I've picked the good majority of clothes out of there, leaving only a few that could take a spin in the washing machine.

Whatever, at least I'm giving all other flat surfaces in my bedroom a break from these particular items of clothing.

That's definitely what I'm going for.

Mean while, I complain about not having time for these random chores nuisances but I do have time to watch that hot mess Teen Mom behind bars last night.

Home girl chews on a plastic patch to get high.

That's some crazy shit.

And with that, I've got nothing else for you all today.

Peace out, girl scout.