A little while ago [not sure of the date] Mystic Meg came into my room and said "You know I thought you would be different"
And I said "?different? different in what way?"
"Well... I thought you would be more princessy than you are"
".... I'm not princessy at all [but now I think I will be a princess and tell you to bite me!]"
"No, no, no not princessy as in up yourself, but princessy as in take care of yourself better."
"Oh. I think I look after myself fine"
"Yeah you eat alright.. but you need to look after yourself better"
"Um..? are we talking face creams? because I really don't think I should spend more money on that I have like boxes and boxes of whiteners."
"No, I mean like.. look at your room! It could be better"
"I'm renting- I can't paint my walls purple. "
"Nonono, how can you bring a guy over for this?"
".... I'm not bringing anybody into my room.. wait. ARE YOU CALLING ME MESSY?!"
"NO. I'm not making myself very clear am I? You're not messy- you're just not organised"
"... I know where everything is. What are you talking about?"
"I'm just saying you have to look after yourself better- you have great taste- you just have to go that extra mile!"
"I still have a feeling you're calling me messy"
"I'm not. Just throw out everything and start anew. You can have any guy that you want if you tried you know"
"Ok, forget it- I have no idea what you're talking about"
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And with this ridiculous conversation even though I have a 37 degree fever and am delirious and talking to walls- I am sitting here on a Monday night cleaning my room. Seriously. My room doesn't even need fricking cleaning.
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