Clean your room, or go to bed hungry! June 14, 2002 - 9:22 p.m.

I don't like ultimatums. They're typically a bunch of bullshit.

But I gave one. I guess that makes me a hypocrite.

She now has one month. One.... Single... Month. From the 1st to the 31st.

I'll be in Florida for a month. A temporary escape. There's more to my feeling about the escape itself, but it'll be another entry when I figure out exactly why.

So I've told her that she has that whole month that I'm gone, to clean one of two rooms. I'm not putting too much on her, it's not like I'm demanding the entire house, though I should.

Either the kitchen or the living room, the two most used rooms in the house, are her choices. I'll even compromise and say she can do half of both, if she chooses. And when I say clean, I don't mean simply piling all the shit into another room. She has to actually go through things, throw away any trash (which I'm sure there's lots packed away) and 'find homes' for everything else. She constantly uses that phrase... 'finding homes' for stuff, yet she never does it.

This time, if she doesn't.... I'm throwing EVERYTHING away. If I get back home and she hasn't done squat, all of her precious pack-rat shit is going in the garbage. Despite any bitching that will occur, and believe me, there will be LOTS if I start getting rid of stuff. But I've gotten to the point where I don't care. I think I've been more than fucking patient for long enough with this shit.

So are some ultimatums actually for the best?

Looks like I'll find out in August.

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