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I have a lot of personal heroes who I aspire to be like.  However, Martha Stewart, with her homemade ornaments and reusable organic centerpieces (why the fuck do you need to put a bunch of random shit in the middle of a table?  Why??)  has never been one of them…well, except when she went to jail.  That totally upped her street cred and made her the most badass doily-wielding motherfucker I have ever seen.

But anyway, even though I consider myself to be ultra girly (Shoes! Clothes! Shopping!) and neat (for the most part), I have never felt the need to exclaim, “Let’s spend Friday night cleaning!” which is primarily why my mom and I used to get into arguments.  Sorry I don’t want to clean the bathroom when I’m deathly hungover on a Saturday morning.  Does that REALLY make me such a bad person?

Apparently it does.

However, recently I decided to make some huge life changes.  As you all know, I moved back home in 2009 when I graduated from college and quickly realized that my degree didn’t come with an automatic paycheck.  During my exhausting and totally lame job search, my parents completely supported me and even when employment smiled down on me from healthcare heaven, I decided to keep living at home so I could save money.

Fast-forward to July 2010: I moved into my own apartment with the boyfriend and realized that I actually love to clean!  Yeahhhh, just kidding.  However, I did realize that if one does not keep their surroundings neat, then one must deal with impending infestation and weird moldy shit in their fridge.  Also, when friends come over to see your new place, it is crucial that they do not get the impression you are running a suburban crack den.  Rats (and crack, for that matter) not included.

I guess this means I’m becoming an adult.  I have replaced tequila with tilex and vodka with vacuuming and I really don’t mind.  I enjoy having my own home and I want to keep it (relatively) clean and neat…

…which is why I’m glad I have the boyfriend.  :)

Hi Eric!