i've been housesitting for a friend these past two weeks... splitting my time between my friend's smelly house and drew's place. last night, after a couple weeks away, i returned to the apartment i share with my sister.

and it was nasty.

amanda kept apologizing for what a mess the place had become. "it's okay. i've seen worse," i said. it didn't bother me last night. but this morning when i went into the bathroom and saw the dried layer of brown scum at the bottom of the toothbrush caddy, i changed my mind.

it's not okay. c'mon, amanda. that's just wrong.