i've realized i have too much stuff. i've hit the point in my closet where i forget about a pair of shoes i bought...a new sweater...a pair of pants...a sweatshirt...a jacket...'cause i've got too dang much. it's out of control.
roommate & i are spring cleaning by the time she turns 25. should be a fun project, makin' Goodwill happy. :-)
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That's totally just like my grandmother, who swears, after we moved her here from Pittsburgh, that she's never seen half the clothes in her closet. She has no idea where all these sweaters and shirts and pants came from. She thinks people break into her apartment in the middle of the night to rummage through her papers and leave her strange clothes.
Of course, she's 89 years old and has alzheimer's and dementia. What's your excuse? :)
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