Cleanliness is next to Godliness

I honestly can’t stand filth. So I bought some cleaning products and it appears it offended a little boy who then shouted at his girlfriend because he was convicted in his heart and he didn’t like the implication.

These times I’m chilling on my bed listening to him shouting & her crying, and I absolutely do not give a damn because at your big age you don’t know how to clean up after yourself in the toilet? I even laugh inside because I am dyinnng for him to act on his threats of confrontation because I can look you straight in the eye and speak plainly without stuttering or backstepping. Also point to the mess you made.

He leaves the house without saying diddly squat (of course), and I reflect on how I thought that he’d been quite standoffish recently. I reflect on how I left little prompts for him to clean up after himself but he didn’t, and how eventually I did it (again), and I flipped and brought cleaning products, and left them in clear view so he could utilise them should he need to. He needs to. In fact we all need to.

Thing is...my belly is full with rice, I know I’m in the right, pretty sure she knows I’m in the right as I’ve not heard pim & she cleans up after him ALWAYS, and so I gleefully await the date in which he musters the audacity and balls to approach me or dares not to clean up after himself again.

I am ready.

Furthermore...I’ve never heard Harpic spat out with so much venom in my life. Who knew it could inspire such passion?

Lol.

First published: May 22nd 2018