Every so often, for no good reason at all, other than the fact that I have control issues and I let them take over my life sometimes, I forget how lucky I am. Yes, people, I am fully aware of my issues and know EXACTLY why I have them, so when I go on one of my frantic (read: anal) I-must-clean-every-single-thing-in-my-house rampages, just let me be. It's my way of dealing with stress, and believe it or not, I actually enjoy doing it. Because by the time I'm done cleaning, whatever the hell it is that I'm cleaning at that moment in time, I'm usually over whatever stupid/petty issue is going on in my teeny little head. Now, don't misinterpret my passion for cleanliness as a desire to be your maid, because as you are well aware, I get pretty peeved when I have to clean up after a certain someone who shall not be named but who is currently leaving clutter in my house, although recently she has gotten much much much better about it, so really I have nothing to complain about right now other than the fact that I spent way too much money on alcohol this month as a coping mechanism for the unnecessary stress that I built up in my mind this month, as a result of the clutter.

But anyway, I digress...

The point of this post is to remind myself that I am a lucky lucky girl, surrounded by some great friends, who overshadow the backstabbing, catty, bitter, people and/or grumpy old ladies who may or may not work somewhere in the northern Houston region. And even though we all know that I very often need some time to myself (usually to clean,) I actually can't live without my friends. This includes you, Guy #6...don't think that I haven't noticed ALL of the stuff you do around the house...yes, even the little stuff like how you vacuum in the corners, underneath the counter. Jeez, I don't even think that I've ever done that, so when I saw you do it, I was quite impressed. And I know that you, of all people, are most aware of how unhappy (aka grumpy aka bitchy) I get when my house is dirty, so just the mere idea that you are so thoughtful with your cleanliness gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.

Anyway, tonight, in my prayers, I will remember to thank God for all of the wonderful stuff He has given to me, and ask him to bless every single one of my friends, and grant them all the happiness in the world. And then I'll ask him to send me more money. Or at least some friends with some money who will pay for my stuff.

Labels: ANGER, Can anyone say anal?, Guy #6, Squatters