Mr. Clean

I just finished scouring my kitchen for and hour. It hit me all of a sudden, today when I had plenty of time to dwell in my apartment, that my kitchen was a mess. So I started scrubbing and washing and scouring… now my kitchen is sparkling clean and smells like Fabuloso®. I am totally addicted to the stuff, and then I realized that I have addictions to aromatic cleaning products.
I was completely addicted to hand sanitizer for about three months last year. I would actually squeeze a big glob of the stuff into my hand, and then I would cup it around my mouth and inhale. Oh the feeling is amazing (I suggest it to all). I also am addicted to the smell of bleach. Being a pool boy for half a decade has made me quite fond of the smell, maybe because the chlorine has soaked into my sweat ducts, like fish putrescence has into Asian sweat ducts. Fabuloso® might actually be my new “drug”.
I can see myself in a few months, a cleaning fluid junkie, pullin’ tricks for a little squeeze of Germ-X. It is really kind of amusing that I am actually imagining myself as a prostitute for cleaning supplies. Wow, I am a major weirdo.