Room, room, room, room

It is about thirty minutes past three in the morning and this is the fourth night in a row that my lower abdomen has woken me with pain, I give it two more nights and then I am so eBaying it along with my shoes. Who needs internal organs anyway?

Today I moved furniture around. (Yes, aren’t you jealous? Let’s act like you helped and tell NO ONE!) Furniture was moved from room to room and strategically placed so there is now more room in said rooms (room is one of those words that if you say it enough it sounds strange and un-word like). Things are in different places, stuff has a new home and it’s freaking me out a tad because I’m not used to it yet. My bedroom is a complete mess – objects lost have been found and other objects lost in their place – I found my yearbook in amongst the mess, so an hour was spent looking at it. It seems so long ago.

Sometime between dropping a book on my foot and getting rid of the dust bunnies I came to the conclusion that I have too much shit, but then I was humbled by the fact that I know girls whose shit surpasses my own.

7 Comments on “Room, room, room, room

  1. A friend of mine use to go on about the word ‘heater’…it caused him many hours of entertainment, discussing the non-wordness of the actual word. I didnt really get it!! Although I do have issues with the word “inkling”….now thats weird!

  2. I’ve dumped about 30% of my junk and stored the rest more efficiently – to the point I now have unfilled space on shelves – I still have some keepable junk though.

  3. I would buy the abdomen just to give it raspberries as a way to unwind at the end of the day. I would also use it as a humorous substitute for my own abdomen – hey, I could even wear crop tops with a belly like that!

  4. I came to the conclusion that I have too much shit, but then I was humbled by the fact that I know girls whose shit surpasses my own.

    ha, I know the feeling. I have thrown out a lot since moving twice within the past few months. I still feel like I have way too much. Then I visit my best friend and realize that I have very little, ha.

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