This is what the F*ck It Phase involves:
- A f*ck-ton of takeout, mostly pho
- Doing laundry only when completely out of undies
- NEVER any dusting, EVER
- No exercise other than evading the next stage of grief
- Joan Didion
- Accidentally loosening my cello peg, rendering my cello uselessly outta tune
- Not vacuuming, even when I can see pieces of food
- Letting the bathroom get so filthy, it looks like a college boy's or like I think Shelley's gonna run over and clean it...UM NOT LIKELY
So I guess you could say that F*ck It looks like filth, sloth, and degeneracy.
Next week: Chulo.