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[dearbradenton]

I am so terribly sick of being the clean one in this house (excluding Kat.)
My family is fucking disgusting (again, excluding Kat).
Dad leave bowls of pork rinds chilling in the sink, soaking in water, and expects me to load the dishwasher. I don't want to stick my hands in your bowl of half eaten, drenched pig skins. And instead of using the

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[sonacry]

:(

Take Ginger and hide in your room. Let them drown in their own nasty.

[dearbradenton]

But see, that's the problem. I clean the house for so long that when I finally realise my room is a pig sty, I'm already exhausted. :) Besides, I hate being in my room. Not enough light, and I feel excluded.

I stayed in there all yesterday, though, because Ben stayed home from school and he was sniffling and hacking up shit so loud that I couldn't handle it. Besides, I can't take being sick again, so staying in my room 'till I had the chance to clean was probably the safest bet.

I honestly think I have washed my hands more this weekend than I have in my entire life.
And seeing as I'm not like Ben, and I actually wash my hands after using the restroom, that's saying a lot. :D

Sorry, I'm ranting too much.