Spring Cleaning
One man's trash is another man's treasure. Or in this case, it's a webmistresses' trash. It's spring, and that means Spring Cleaning time. I'm not so big on cleaning my room. In fact, soon I'll be unable to breate anymore due to the volume of dust bunnies I have recently unearthed. I'd get one of those dust zappers, but you've seen my set up -- I type with a keyboard on a foldable table and my monitor on a long dresser. I'm not only poor, but I have no space. But, I'm not here to discuss my financial situation, because frankly I think it's hilarious that I spent $230.78 on website related shit last month (I'M MENTALLY DISTURBED). It's a new month, and time to get rid of some old shit.
Every few weeks these people stop around town to pick up all our junk. I have no idea who these people are, or what they really do with the stuff they collect, but it's a great way to get rid of crap without having to throw it away or haul it to Goodwill. Since I'm in limited confines (I LIVE IN A JAIL CELL), I have to get rid of a lot of stuff. Everyone seems to think I'm sitting on a stockpile of toys and old goodies but the truth is, I'm really not. I can't have clutter, there's just no space to go with it. My closet is full, under my bed is full, and I have approximately 12 full junk drawers. Behind me -- a pile of junk. For real. I think I have a bag of pirates and ninjas, some old Halloween Jones Soda cans, an old journal, a painting, empty DVD cases, a package from Australia, some winter My Little Ponies I couldn't sell on eBay (I fucking suck at selling things), and God only knows what else.
I dusted off some old stuff laying around here.... old Harry Potter figures and those Zizzlingers and shit that's just laying around for me to step on or cluttering up precious closet space I need for my wigs and chunky flip-flops. Those all get tossed in the box and sent off to no-man's land. I'm sure some of you are cursing me right now, cuz you've noticed that my bag of new TMNT Happy Meal toys is in the box. Frankly, they'd just sit in my closet and not do shit for me, my article is done, and I don't need them anymore. Wanna hear something even more blasphemous? I don't have my pastel Darth, either. He was gross and getting stepped on and falling apart and I threw his ass away. I kept Optimus, though. He's purched on my tower on top of some CDs, there's no where to display him, so I just shuffle him around when he's in my way.
In closing, if you ever want a box of complete crap from me, you'll have to leave a ticket on my front door telling me what day you'll be around to pick it up. I don't do deliveries.
Every few weeks these people stop around town to pick up all our junk. I have no idea who these people are, or what they really do with the stuff they collect, but it's a great way to get rid of crap without having to throw it away or haul it to Goodwill. Since I'm in limited confines (I LIVE IN A JAIL CELL), I have to get rid of a lot of stuff. Everyone seems to think I'm sitting on a stockpile of toys and old goodies but the truth is, I'm really not. I can't have clutter, there's just no space to go with it. My closet is full, under my bed is full, and I have approximately 12 full junk drawers. Behind me -- a pile of junk. For real. I think I have a bag of pirates and ninjas, some old Halloween Jones Soda cans, an old journal, a painting, empty DVD cases, a package from Australia, some winter My Little Ponies I couldn't sell on eBay (I fucking suck at selling things), and God only knows what else.
I dusted off some old stuff laying around here.... old Harry Potter figures and those Zizzlingers and shit that's just laying around for me to step on or cluttering up precious closet space I need for my wigs and chunky flip-flops. Those all get tossed in the box and sent off to no-man's land. I'm sure some of you are cursing me right now, cuz you've noticed that my bag of new TMNT Happy Meal toys is in the box. Frankly, they'd just sit in my closet and not do shit for me, my article is done, and I don't need them anymore. Wanna hear something even more blasphemous? I don't have my pastel Darth, either. He was gross and getting stepped on and falling apart and I threw his ass away. I kept Optimus, though. He's purched on my tower on top of some CDs, there's no where to display him, so I just shuffle him around when he's in my way.
In closing, if you ever want a box of complete crap from me, you'll have to leave a ticket on my front door telling me what day you'll be around to pick it up. I don't do deliveries.
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