Time for Me

[amalthya]

This is one of the first days that I've been home alone, sans plans (save for something speculative with infd tonight) and I've been trying to reorganize my closet and my life.

I decided, since the Closet Disaster of 2006, and the ensuing Booched Ikea Remedy of 2007, that perhaps I have a lot of clothing on my rung that I don't need to have handy. Why does this dress need to be ready at a moment's notice? The answer, of course, being that it doesn't.

So, into a big tupperware bin it'll go, up into the above-the-closet space that reverend_dave seems to think is perfect for sleeping.

No, David, I am not going into the closet!

Maybe it's because I'm "off the PAPER", but my room is out-of-control. What, I can control what I put in my mouth but not in my closet? Sounds foolish.

I refuse to leave my house until my house is in a state fit for viewing. And if that means some goodbyes? So be it. It'll only make room for newer, better things.

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[amalthya.livejournal.com]

I was so young! 18! :D