she cut your hair

i cleaned my room again last night.

tom told me once that he didn't miss his aunt joan because my room resembled hers in that there really wasn't any floor at all, just stuff and clothes and random piles everywhere.

"not no more sukaaaaaah!" the vox will attest to the fact that this is no longer true. when i came home, i went through everything, even the drawer of junk in my dresser.

and yes, there is such a thing as a floor in my room.