i just spent the last fucking hour and a half on my hands and knees scrubbing the carpet like a mad woman. vaccuming. sweeping. soaking and wringing and rinsing and cursing. working over the rug with a sponge like my life depended on it. and you know what the worst part is?
i don’t think it made a lick of difference.
i soaked the stains. i sprayed. i scrubbed. i’ve cracked windows all over the apartment in the paltry hopes that maybe it will air out a bit.
but still…the filth remains.
you’d think fucking r. kelly lives here.
i hate this.
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