Now I know to most people this is gonna sound a lil nutty, but hey, look who we are talking about, right? I am a lil crazy on most days and have even found names for most of the things wrong with me. I am so happy to know that there are actual names for the things wrong with me now, not just "Hey that's the girl I think is crazy." But I am gettin wwwwaaaayyyy off track here...

I hate dirty dishes. I hate dirt in general but I really hate to have to wash dishes. Especially if there are a lot (and to classify a lot in my book...anything over 10 dishes). I would rather throw them away and start over than have to wash that many dishes. And God forbid if they have been sittin there for a lil while. I will do anything to not have to wash them. My other thing with dishes is people who let them sit soaking in water for over a few minutes. If the dishes have been sitting in water for hours or (gag a lil) days, I will not touch them. Won't do it!!! I will chuck them bitches real quick but I ain't washing a damn one of them. Sorry people I will just go buy ya some more, but I ain't washing them. Well, this is what happens in RB's house. They don't wash them until they are stacked all over the counters, sink and table. I cannot stand to go in the kitchen. But then today RB's mom offered to make dinner for us tonight. I am positive that this will never work out. I will not be able to eat because (1) I have seen these same dishes sit around with shit just glued to them and (2) I know they are gonna leave the dishes stacked up all over when everyone is done.

How does a person like me get through situations like these?