Jenny opened her eyes. She looked about her room and noticed piles of dirty clothes laying about. She notices soda cans and potato chip bags strewn about, also. Jenny looked down at herself and saw that her cheerleading top now looked like it hadn't been washed in ages and adorned several boogers. Jenny absent-mindedly picked her nose right then and added the booger to the collection on her top. Jenny then walked to a full-length mirror to get a better look at herself. She noticed that her hair looked all greasy as if she hadn't showered in quite a while. The smell she seemed to have confirmed this. The skirt she was wearing was filthy. The backside was brown and it looked to her as if she had slipped and landed ass first in mud, then didn't bother to clean it. Her train of thought was interrupted momentarily as she burped and farted at the same time. It was then that she felt her butt itch. Jenny started to scratch it. It then occurred to Jenny that she should care and, indeed, be disgusted by the state of her room and dress and also by her behaviors, but she didn't seem to care at all, in fact, she seemed to like this lifestyle. Just then her mother called her down for breakfast.