Dust Bunnies

I can't stop staring at the rug in my bedroom and thinking about how badly I need to vacuum it. It's time to bust out the Oreck. It misses me and I miss it. And I need to stop living like a college boy. When did I become someone who stacks clothes on the trunk in her room, doesn't make her bed, and is starting a dust bunny collection? Maybe I'll start a line of clothing made from dust bunnies. They're cheap and abundant. Maybe it's something about living in older apartments with wood floors. They just keep multiplying...like real bunnies.

Okay, I have to go. So You Think You Can Dance just started and I'm addicted...like I am with all things dancing.