Confession time: I’m a hoarder.
Like a bad one. But I have seen the error of my ways and I am working sincerely and passionately to correct that. This is one of the many reasons I decided to start a blog in the first place.
That, and I’m incredibly bored at home and thought that those of you in cyber space needed to hear my self-indulgent internal monologues.
I have gotten absolutely, 100% completely annoyed with myself for the amount of time I have invested in my TV, in my twitter, and sometimes even on my instagram (though my instagram-based business I view as A-OK to spend time on).
Like many americans, I come home from work, and most nights I plop myself in front of the TV, open a bag of chips and go to town. Other nights it’s a tub of ice cream. Some nights I go crazy and just bring out the box of wine for sustenance. I think the current trend goes something like, “the antioxidants in wine are healthy for you.”
Ode to a Car Mirror?
We’re getting there.
Almost everyone I know hangs onto something because it represents something special in their lives. That’s where collections are born. We have this need to keep arbitrary things just because we got them at an event that was cool, or it was a token of achievement. Maybe it came from a loved one who passed away.
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