Fuck my life, how much more can go wrong tonight?!
Who is the dumbass who set off a liquid Tide bomb in her bedroom, setting in motion a scrubfest accompanied by an enormous amount of self-loathing? This girl, right here!
Etienne tried to comfort me by saying that all things considered, I had dropped the second best thing possible (soap, after water), but it got all over the bed, the light-coloured carpets, and various items and furnishings, and believe me, that dark, dark blue soap? It's not something you can just rub out of the carpet. I gave up and I admit defeat. On my next pay cheque, I'll need to go get a steam cleaner and hope that the blue soap will just dissolve and come out.
Due to the soap landing all over the bed, I then had to wash the bedding, which meant having to put the duvet back in the duvet cover. It was during this process that I managed to scrape and cut my finger on the ceiling. Yes, you read that right. The ceiling.
I'm a special little snowflake...
...Wish you were here.
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