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I spent another few hours sorting through stuff in my room last night. I
can't tell you how GOOD it feels to get all of this crap out of my life.
It reminds me of when I was little and I had to clean my room. Mom would
always go through our trash (Holly was usually condemned to the same fate
at the same time) and pull out things that were still usable that we had
thrown away in frustration. Lots of pens and pencils, we loved to toss
those. Now, of course, it's just me and my developing adult consciousness. And I find I hardly use my trash can at all; everything can be reused or recycled. It helps that I live in a city (well, work in a city) where there's a Center for Creative Reuse; they take your stuff and give it to artists, which is ironic, since most of what I refuse to throw out is stuff that I think would make great modern art someday (when I get around to it and open my own gallery....heh, you didn't know I was an artist? I'm not, really, I'm just creative and crafty and wish I had MUCH more time and space for these things. I'd make a great kept woman; I have so *many* neglected hobbies). Anyhow, most of what I'm recycling is paper, and most of that paper is old credit card solicitations. I can't actually recycle this stuff because it has my name and address on it, and that's all anyone needs to get your social security number (Thanks, Mr. Bush) and steal your identity. No shit. It's annoying, as my "to shred" bin is almost bigger than the plain recycle bin. And I hate taking the time to open every last one and tear off the bit with my name and address. But, thanks to Xeney's reader response column, I have now written to have my name taken off these mailing lists. Let's just hope it works. I'll write about something else later, maybe. Or maybe I won't. I do want to brainstorm my Halloween costume here...I wanna be a medieval maiden (maybe something out of _Mists of Avalon_ in honor of the late Marion Zimmer Bradley), but it's not the most *creative* costume. I just want an excuse to construct that costume.... Ok, ok...I just want a kirtle. Maybe this year I'll do more than one costume - something long and warm and something short and sexy. I did that the year before I left Franklin; that year I was: Barbarella, The Faerie Queen, a gypsy, and a pagan interpretation of "spring" (Holly was "winter"). And, yes, I still have all these costumes. I love Halloween. | ||
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