monica

i think i'm addicted to ironing. or maybe just the whole housework thing. i am rather obsessive with things looking neat. which is strange, because i'm hell messy all the time. its weird. i think i'm neat in a messy way. like i know where things are under heaps of books and clothes. these surges of monica-ness comes in waves. it hits you suddenly. and things that never seemed to matter, like 3 weeks worth of unironed, unfolded clothes piled up in a heap on the bed suddenly seem to annoy you like crazy. i spent the entire day ironing clothes. and when ive finished ironing them, i ran through everything picking those that werent good enough. and i ironed them again. it became a cycle. i'm becoming obsessive. but hey, im thinking its rather therapeutic. yes?