\\\ can you believe it
Oh lordy, I can not NOT believe it is Spring (is it? I hear the groundhog disagrees), but it feel like spring… Which means it’s cleaning time, and, alas, that is not my forte. If you knew my mother this would be a shocking! (take note of the exclamation point, SHOCKING). How can I be so disorderly? The only logical answer is that it is rebellion. (Mom, if you are reading this, it is unintentional I swear.)
Anyhow, I made a massive attack recently, and sold a lot of clothes. It was a start, but somehow my little ny apartment is always too full. (When I was typing that I wrote, is always too fun. So Freudian. So fantastic.) I want spaaaaaaaaaace. I want to feel unencumbered. I want to purge all my stuff, but I love my stuff. Rumor has it I’m a hoarder. Sigh, oh New York. (Feel free to add a soundtrack to this post by playing this here.)
You should go listen (and look) anyway. It is cracking me up.
Anyway, I’m not actually down… I’m just procrastinating from cleaning.
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