We can start moving our stuff into that apartment in which I will be living with a boy (weird) next Saturday. On Wednesday night I cleaned out my room, every nook, and this is what was bidden a farewell:
It looks like a steroid injected black raisin but really it's a bag of crap I am donating to the irvine garbage dump.
When I do these things I repeat to myself again and again, "I am not a pack rat. I am not a pack rat." I still do have a pile of stuff though, that I need to renegotiate.
Anyway, I'm done blogging now, peace out!
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