MOVING

moving sucks!! oh the things you uncover: birth certificates, journals and diaries (yikes), diplomas, psy chai certificates (reminds me- i need to go to grad school), pictures! and junk! feels great to trash old stuff you never use or want to look at ever again. i am the definition of pack rat. i refuse to throw most things away. don't get me wrong- i am not like those ladies that go oprah and have to be dug out of their home due to over saturation of goods (my sister would beg to differ but she's dumb) but i  hate throwing things away be it clothes, or ticket stubs from memories circa 2001 or drawings from paper table tops at a dinner from 7/2/2003. clothes is a biggie with me- we all know some things DO come back in style and i feel that i do pretty well with my stuff and i get much use out of it! 

later i was sucked into the vortex of lifetime television after i sat on the couch and was exhausted from 2+ hours of digging through closets and OLD memories. why i am a sucker for LTN i will never know. the more trashy the more i am affixed to said sofa and refuse to even change during commercials for fear i may miss a steamy love scene between tow reincarnated lovers (the interesting twist from last nights nora roberts 'midnight bayou' (starring the one and only jerry o'connell) was that he came back as a man but was once a woman 100 yrs ago and his lover was once a man 100 yrs ago! gasp!) 

happy tuesday