Dust bunnies of doom

Old habits suck. I've cleaned house mentally but still these dust bunnies of doom keep creeping back in. It wouldn't be that bad, but dang, there seems to be a bazillion of em. They're itchy and bitchy and I just have to keep sweepin em out I guess.
It's funny. I used to think, how can I ever manange life without these people, these parties, these drugs, this mindset. But know, how the fuck did I make it out alive? Can't imagine ever inviting that back in, not even for tea.