filth and squalor...

I don't really know if logging in and blabbing on randomness as I have been doing is really what I am supposed to be doing with this... but until I am told differently, I guess this is what I will continue to do...

So onto my filth and squalor...
It seems that my fiancee thinks that these are the conditions in which I am living since the beginning of the semester.  I have decided to commit social suicide for the next12 or so months so that I might finally be able to graduate.  I am enrolled in 18 credit hours this semester and I cut my hours at work, though I am still working part-time.  While I did not intend, in my social suicide, to create conditions of filth or squalor in my home as a means of obtaining the goals of having no social life.  I was however informed that my house was a stinky disaster. 
I had only been gone for the afternoon when she arrived at my house and I received this new, and I swear that I did not see what she saw nor did I smell what she smelled.  I will admit that the trash needed taken out, and that I also needed to do the laundry, but I firmly maintain that she exaggerated the details of the situation.
My apartment is rather small and tight, so if things aren't put back into their designated places, it does seem far more cluttered and messy, but still.... FILTH AND SQUALOR?!? lol
This has all become a laugh for us both, and I'll even admit that I introduced the word squalor as I was defending myself and the not-so-bad state of my living space. 
I suppose it's a good thing that I already have the ring on my finger!
needless to say, she cleaned the house from top to bottom which is the best thing I have seen coming out of my course load so far!