« Appeal | Main | Commuticable Grumpiness »

Purge Happy

So. You know. I don't really own much stuff. Each of my moves in the last few years (and the moves have been many) has involved me getting rid of more and more stuff. I'm just not loving being bogged down by possessions and shit. Now I'm slowing moving my current possessions into my new home with my men and am still feeling like I have too much. I've already starting throwing stuff away and feel that there's lots more purging to be done. Now I've certainly gathered things in the year since I moved to SF, but even without that I think I could live with less. So here's my question: am I just addicted to purging possessions? Do I have commitment issues with the shit I buy? Can I not hold down a long term relationship with even the loveliest of bath products? Best to figure these things out now before I recklessly break the hearts of more delicate trinkets and baubles.

comment already

because there’s nothing that amuses me more than hearing your pathetic opinion


Dear Damon, I am the Homer Simpson Chia Head Pottery Planter you recently discarded. You followed the instructions so well and I grew a beautiful head of green hair. I thought you loved me. But suddenly the bloom was off the rose. My hair turned brown and most of it fell out onto the top of the fridge. Just a litte water would have been nice. Most recently I was placed in a box and set out by the garbage for that long trek to the bottom of a landfill near by. Lucky for me I was picked up by a lovely neighbor and I now have some new short green hair and lots of water. I miss you, but have moved on. Good luck in your new life. Homer


: [ ]
: [ ]
: [ ]
:

remember info?