Or rather, that's what I'd like to refer to this past weekend.
Being a relation to a syllogomaniac, with extreme disposophobia, things around the house don't get done. Period. And there is no way around it, because the syllogomaniac can be a whiner. And me, who has a soft spot for the helplessly hopeless, hates to see such a sight as that. Thus, I don't contribute much either. However, God has blessed us with a catalyst. Or cursed us.
This catalyst (hereby [x]) has caused much progress. Or regress.
Papers are recycled. Cards are gone. And those grade school workbooks? Let's just say they have no place here.
It seems as though domesticism runs though [x]'s blood. An aura of Lysol and Disinfectant surround the places [x] has been. Yet, [x] is barely a few years a legal adult. I'd like to thank (and curse) 2 certain people for that.
You never know what you may find when everything is garbage. Specifically, 4 Barbie dolls and others. Because in garbage is where you find treasures. And in treasures is where you realize that you have low values.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
The Great Purge
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God, I want your life right now. If you get sick of [x], tell them I have a closet full of "slightly organized" papers from the last 5 years. And a crawlspace of a household that includes an 80s child, 90s childs, and--bonus!--a Millenium/Gen Me child. [*hangs head in shame*]
In other news, hope your summer is going/will start to go fabulously.
This was a very insightful and smart post.
I really enjoyed the last 2 lines. They are very deep and thought-provoking
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