Room cleaning

It's time to clean my room.

If you're one of the 13 people to actually be inside my house you still probably never saw my room.

It's bad

Real bad.

If I had a better constitution for embarrassment I would put before and after pictures, but instead I'll just do after.

First upset was a pair of corteroy carpenter pants. ouch.



Second was this:

Black colared shirt I never tried on from Christmas. Since I work at a job that requires a colared shirt at all times I was siked on this.

Until I tried to unbutton the colar and stuck my thumb with a pin.

A pin where my neck would go.

And upon further inspection I found a second that was actually sticking into the throat part.

Are you fucking kidding me?

We have this shitty little broken yellow vacuum cleaner that my mom got for less than $25 I'm sure, regardless I had to make it work.



Now, you may or may not know about my history with vacuums, but I used to sell them and naturally had to know how they worked. Believe it or not, vacuums do not work well with a clothes tag or two in the air flow mechanism.

So I kind of finished. I didn't get toooo into the details but I basically cleared my floor and organized things.

Here's some afters:


It looks messy but those are lights and darks(ish). organizationnnnn.



Shyeah.

And here's the aftermath:


Yep. That's 4.5 garbage bags of garbage, clothes I never wear, and random junk I had laying around in my room. (please note rocky on the couch with my napping blanket. he was not ready to be photographed)

A nice part about a good room clean is the stuff you find.

The count:
34 guitar picks
17 ear plugs (gross)
48 water bottles
22 White T shirts (I threw away any non fruit of the looms)
MarioKart DS

But I also broke a guitar string, some how.... and need to take a benadryl because of all the dust... awesome day.