This was originally posted in the Bloggers section on the now-defunct Poopgang forum.
I watched Fight Club earlier.
I feel like taking stock, just sorting out everything I own and either bin it, sell it or keep it. By nature I’m a hoarder, and as the line goes, the shit you own ends up owning you.
I’ve got piles of stuff I never use, or don’t need, and I’ve been putting it off for so long, if I don’t do it soon I’ll be like one of them bag ladies you see on… forgotten it’s name… that program on TV that features homes full of rubbish, had that guy, Mr.Trebus (sp?) who’s house was falling apart because of it. Scum Force… Ground Dirt… Argh, it’s there, but it’s not… I’m sure it’s a pun, a play on words…
*googles*
Ah yes, A Life of Grime. Genius.
Anyway, where was I?
Ah yes, consolidation, getting everything down to the bare minimum. Well, I’ve explained that now. Duh.
I miss Jane. She’s away doing a practical week at Uni, it’ll probably be the longest time we’ve spent apart in like three or four years. Ah well. She’s back on Tuesday, I’m surviving.
