Squalor

When I signed on to live in an all-girls apartment, I didn't know that I should have packed my cleaning supplies. This place is prime Lincoln Park real estate that a series of landlords have pretty much forgotten. Lots of woodpaneling, a fridge older than me, and a perma-clogged shower. That is the fault of the landlord. The fact that this place has not seen the business end of any cleaning implements in months is the fault of the 4 girls who live here. It's disgusting!

I never knew I would ever be the neat freak of the house. Which has to tell you something about this house. I finally broke down this morning and decided that if I was going to live here, it was going to be less disgusting. They have a variety of vacuums, swiffers and such, which makes it even funnier that none of them have ever been put to use. Well, the vacuum doesn't work. The dustbuster charger is missing. The tub is treacherous for all the soap slime. And the one girl who is still here insists that she doesn't know how to work the dishwasher so she just hand washes her dishes. Which is suspicious, since a) there is a pile of dishes in the sink that aren't mine, and b) there isn't a sponge in the house.

I need to just block out the filth and do my work. Maybe I will just pack up and go to the library.