I’m going to have to start packing soon, which means I will be finding more change and old food than I know what to do with. I haven’t had to pack in almost 5 years now, a significantly longer time than most people my age, and I’m halfway dreading it. I hate the fact that I hang on to so much useless shit, and then when I’m packing and getting rid of things I will come up with arguments for why I need to keep that useless shit yet again. Because, seriously, I need that ticket stub from the Roni Size show in 2001, I might not remember that I was there without it. Here’s the thing though: I don’t remember being there; that’s how not important that show was to me. It’s ridiculous that I would keep shit like that, and yet I’m sure I will because I’m a crazy person. If you or anyone you know wants to help me with this problem come sit there while I go through all my shit and when you see something you want just take it. Don’t listen to me if I try to tell you why I should hang on to it, just walk away, man. This offer doesn’t apply to furniture, kithenware, clothing, or anything else that I actually do need in order to live the spectacular life I’ve come to know and feel guilty about inside.
And now here’s this stuff:
The University of Georgia, as of July 1st, will start providing domestic partners of staff/faculty/students with the same “soft benefits” that they provide to spouses. Welcome to the Elks Lodge, Gays and Golddiggers.
If you cook and want to start dabbling in gourmet, or if you’re just tired of making Chicken a la King all the damn time then check out Epicurious.com.
Right now my background music is being provided by Pandora.com, and they’re doing a great job.
Treats for my eyes, ears, and bleeding ulcers are being provided by Wonder Showzen on DVD. You can buy it here.
And, in case you haven’t seen it yet here is the Snakes On A Plane trailer. Gracias to Papa Hassiotis for the link.
Quote of the day:
“I would love to spray that jungle with my own DDT” -Me talking about Beyonce’s ass.
SquirrelGirl | 30-Jun-06 at 11:07 am | Permalink
I’ve been going through my stuff, too. It’s really frightening, actually. Year old food, bad photos, bill stubs from years ago, old student papers, ugly clothing, decorative items given by my mom and never used, cat toys, cat hair, bibles and religious books given by dad…I could go on and on.
basically, 4 closets full of SHIT