Desire. Ask. Believe. Receive.

Everyday I clean this fucking house. Every afternoon it looks like a bomb exploded.

And there's only three of us.

What the fuck?

I can only get rid of so much of my own stuff. If everyone else is a hoarder it's never going to make a difference.

I'm throwing up my hands.

That sounds like I mean I'm puking my hands. Really I mean I'm just giving up. I'm not going to live like an ascetic while my house is still so full of crap that I can't even walk around. Let the over-consumption begin.