old school the clutter gene

Born to blog

This morning (I’m being generous; it was 11ish) I hopped out of bed like a little sprite and sprang into cleaning action. Last night I had stopped by Rite Aid to ready myself for the cleanliness rapture and stock up on cleaning supplies. My apartment has been filthy and crammed with random crap for a very long time now, and I really only spruce it up on the surface when I have people over. But…

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the clutter gene

Day 316 — Packrat

See all this stuff? This stuff follows me around wherever I go. I have tried time and time again to exorcise my clutter demons, and I have given bag after bag after bag of stuff to friends and Goodwill. But still, at all times, no less than ten substantial boxes of … stuff … trails behind me, stashed in a closet, in a bureau, under the bed, in some spare cabinets. I’m talking broken Furbies,…

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