The day I worry about cleaning my house is the day Sears comes out with a riding vacuum cleaner.
The truth doesn't lie. It's up in your face. It's in your conscience. It challenges your very being with the intention of cleaning you of sin and its influence.
After years of hotels, I'm horribly inept at cleaning up after myself.
I think about what's going down my sink. So I won't pour oil down my sink. I won't - if I'm cleaning a pan, I'll wipe it and bin because I've seen - I've been down sewers.
All I'm thinking about today is cleaning my bathroom.
I'm going through an evolution. I'm completely cleaning out my closet. I'm purging, because I saw that show 'Hoarders.' I had a sweatshirt from sixth grade, and I'm going, 'Why do I hold on to this?'
I've always worked hard and played hard, and I'm sure I'll be cleaning up my act in the future.
My mother came here to New York. She and my grandmother were domestics, cooking, cleaning for other people.
I don't like people cleaning my room.
When I first immigrated to the United States, there were not many jobs that stood out. So I worked at a gas station, cleaning.
I'm not a natural employer. I live very privately, and we like our privacy at home. To be sitting and talking with your wife or your family and to have somebody walking around and you're ignoring them, I couldn't handle that at all. I can barely handle a cleaning lady coming in every so often.
Just start thinking about all the different services in your life. Like getting your dry cleaning picked up and dropped off. Nobody has done the Uber of that yet. But that will be Uberfied. You will arrange your dry cleaning via your phone.
Life is denied by lack of attention, whether it be to cleaning windows or trying to write a masterpiece.
If you want to get rid of stuff, you can always do a good spring-cleaning. Or you can do what I do. Move.
I am cleaning up
peoples' houses to
avoid tidying up
the mess in my lift
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