So, whenever I see other people’s childhood bedrooms I wonder: how did I miss the memo about that weekend we were all going to spend throwing away all our crap and vacuuming and whatnot?
My room is full of crap. Floor to ceiling full of crap. Partially this is my parents fault, “Kt you don’t have to clean your desk, you just have to take everything on top of it now and put it in this nice box.” As a result my room and the attic are full of these boxes. I refuse to think about the attic. Just spent about 2 hours cleaning out my closet. And I’m not sure you can tell I did anything. It’s rather depressing.
On top of that, the trash can (like the one that goes outside) is super full. So there’s a limit to how much more I can get rid of this week. I’m going to need my own landfill anyway. Really I’ll just be moving Kt 1987-2009 en masse as a big pile of crap from my room to their dump. In the future I pledge to hold on to less crap. No more bottle caps, magazines, burger king toys, doll socks without mates, weird amphibian thing on a wire leash, and other assorted junk that clearly has no purpose and never had a purpose.
I hate to think about how much crap I have in DC after three years… Blerg. I’m going to need 2 landfills. And I’m going to keep a medium sized recycling plant working late into the night.
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