homewreakers

for the last two days, all day, until night mark and i have been 2gether. nonstop. everything we do. we have separated to sleep and shit. today i got a cup of coffee for us and was by myself for five minutes until i called him downstairs to drink with me. we have been under the guise of cleaning house and to our favor, after 8 hours yesterday we completed one room. the house is jammed with crap that a bunc of packrats dumpster dived and then stuffed in drawers for three years. consequently, no cleaning has been done to any surfaces during that time. you can see where people thought wow, that's collecting dust, and just had no way to do anything about it. but now is the time for dust to die. today we did .25 of the kitchen. it is horrible. i found a plastic jar full of cashews. inside the jar was a huge web that started at the inner ring where the lid went and then billowed out like a canopy to the edges of the inside. in the cashews were dozens of grubs, some nearly an inch long. it was very fascinating and i made mark look at it even though he didnt want to. i put it outside last night as an experiment but it only seemed to make the grubs stronger, and longer and then today when i checked on it one of the grubs was OUTSIDE the jar which means they are also outside in the cabinet. the whole thing is really a little too depressing to deal with as the cabinet is jammed with food in plastic bags. the fucking horror. one time i found a plastic bag filled with delicate winged flies trying to survive in wheat flour in les' and my milwaukee kitchen and i had to move to new orleans. i just got here so i dont want such dramatic consequences from this experience, but goddamn. it's filthy in here. just fulla filth.
after we clean we watch two movies. tonight omega man and gimme shelter the rolling stones altamont concert documentary. awesome and terrifying. mick jagger is such a dick. he's a guilty guilty man and you can tell he has made a pact with the devil somewhere along the line when you look in his face.
it's like mark and i are married because we spend all this time together working on our home and not having sex. but when i mentioned it he first, got all freaked out, and then second, continued to bring it up.
i just want this house to be clean and clear so i can get on with my life in a comfortable space. my room used to be good but now i let it fill with my junk unorganized (sometimes living in your own mess disheveled just feels so glamorous) so i have nothing until this task is just done done done goddamit.
goodnight.