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[saone]

I am a packrat. I come from a long line of packrats. So long, in fact, that when my ancient ancestors moved from caves to huts, they probably took their favorite rocks with them. You know, just in case they needed them later.

I mention this because, being a packrat, espcially one from such a long, and distinguished line, means that any form of Spring cleaning is Hell. HELL I TELL YOU. HELL.

So... much... stuff... Oh, god. Books. Clothes. Magazines. Why do I still have a Seventeen from 1992? And Sassy. Hah! Hmmm. Ranger Ricks... those can go in the keep pile.

Comments

[weirdnessmagnet.livejournal.com]

Dude, I hear's ya. I'm packing to move and ohmygod the STUFF. I can't take it all and I can't part with it all and AUGH the angst.

[wirrrn.livejournal.com]

Hey,

I am also a Pack Rat. A marsupial one. Cleaning 1500+ dvds? Takes quite a bit of time!