I haven't been posting much here lately. Or logging on. There's been some chatter over on my strayfarce site but most has been twitter dribbling.
Lately I've been declaring war on clutter. After having the old boyfriend move out and my new roommate move in, making room for them, etc., I decided that I had way too much stuff.
I've been heartlessly ruthless in my decisions of what to keep and what to throw away, give way, sell. I've had some success getting rid of five boxes of clothes, a giant box of kitchen stuff, some old vhs, and I'm now selling my 19" Magnavox television and DVD together for 40 (or best offer, if you're reading this. Anyone want a guest bedroom tv?).
Granny panties, old socks, socks with holes, worn socks and old t-shirts that I haven't worn in two years that are falling apart and only wear to bed have gone in the garbage. I've still got 8 totes of belongings to go through and chuck items, but that shouldn't take long. Mainly it was all the rearranging that needed to be done to house the totes.
I hate having so much crap. This is when I get into Ruthless Tracy mode. Like a trained killer sweeping the area of foes. And what started this nonsense was that show Clean House. I see those people and think "oh my god...that's ME if I don't watch myself!!!" And so I got scared straight (so to speak). That and being disorganized to the point where I can't find very important things is frustrating.
So that's what I've been up to. :) It's hard because I get distracted easy. I've made some time for a few short term fun things because I needed to get out and socialize, but for the most part I've been working and holing myself up at home doing this. I'm almost through. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.