how messy can your house be, and you still get away with "Oh, but I'm an artist..." as an excuse

Quick run around, fuck, need to leave, have dinner, meant to be seeing her soon, have to run early in the morning, plane to catch and blah de blah, if we're gonna fuck it'll have to be at my place, can't do it otherwise, early morning and all. Ok, make place presentable, don't want to scare the poor girl, tourist and all, where's your patriotism son, melbourne slobs, fuck that!

Ok, rush, 10 mins spare, eat, holy shit, i did it, my house is fucking presentable.

nom

oh wait

It's not a competition, i am not proud of the state of my house, it's small, i have a lot of shit to store. But looking around....i can't help but feel that the excuse "Oh, but i'm an artist" is not gonna fucking gel. Poor chick won't be able to find a soon enough flight out.





FYI, it's sideways because i really need to leave now, cab'll be here in a sec. The fact that i posted this when i could've been attempting to tackle my room is very, very sad.