My House is a Mess

I have two cats, one boyfriend, and two rabbits. My house is a slowly sliding down into barn-ness. The old me would have loved the chaos, loved how charming it all would seem. But I feel an insatiable need to have my house look like all of those post modern minimalist pictures on Apartment Therapy. It never does though. I found myself laughing as I write this. My cats love the scraps of fabric I leave around, and my boyfriend leaves his underpants in what is supposed to be the craft room. I love it honestly but the OCD I got from my mother is kicking into high gear. All I see are imperfections. But its not all bad right? I can be a normal functioning person with a messy house right?
 Well anyway. I'm up late because I find it hard to sleep at night. I try not to change up my sleeping schedule, but I'm not perfect. And I get more done at night. The week is almost up and there are a few things I have learned that I would like to share.
Shorts. Pants in general. Are weird. I am currently learning how to sew, again and for the first time. I can't really explain. I'm bad at it and I'm not sure I like it. Tonight I decided I wanted to make a nice pair of shorts. I have made pants before but no matter how many times I do I cannot remember how to put them together right. What I learned is that pants are weird and have way to many parts that need to be sewn together.
 Who invented buttonholes? I don't care if they make your shirts easier to wear, or your pockets stay closed. You would do well to use velcro. God save me from buttonholes. I learned through making 6 buttonholes on a dress shirt that I have a fear of buttonholes and I get really mean when I'm frustrated.
  I want to breed rabbits. I have learned through working in the culinary field, that rabbit is the tastiest meat beside pork. That is my professional opinion. So I decided that the ten dollar frozen bunnies at my local Asian supermarket are too expensive and too freezer burned. I hope no one begins to hate me over this. I promise you that I have nothing but respect for animals. Killing an animal is some heavy stuff and shouldn't be taken lightly. I like to eat meat and I like to hunt and fish. I think that me treating my meat well and dealing directly with their death eases my conscience a little bit. What I learned this week about rabbits is that they bite. Also just because a rabbit is small doesn't mean it is a female. I ended up buying two male rabbits in two weeks. Let me tell you something. Rabbits have balls. Those balls are kept pretty secret until you put them in a situation where they have to be used. AKA asserting dominance. So it took my boyfriend and I about 20 minutes to pull the rabbit of of each other and check the goods. I learned that just because someone says something is a girl, doesn't mean it is. Check your babies at the hospital people!
The worst part about that experience is now I have to kill one. Culling is a heartless business, but a necessary one. Unfortunately the one that I thought was our doe will have to go. He's smaller and less dominant, though nicer. Nice doesn't make good babies. 
I'm be going out to get a doe this weekend. The trip will take about an hour each way. Another thing I learned this week: starting up a business is expensive.
 I've got rabbit feed and wood shavings all over my living room. I touched rabbit sperm. I cleaned up the craft room twice this week but it currently looks like a craft store exploded in there. I'm not wearing pants, I've been put of pants for a little. I made an insane pound cake. Soon everyone will be starting their day, I'll be ending mine...or maybe I'll be up for hours more. I am sort of floating around trying to understand everything and all at once be comfortable in my mess, while hating how out of control it makes me feel. Its exhausting. As exhausted as I am....I can't sleep to save my life.