Look at this poor little guy, all covered in dust. I've had him since I was about four. His cage has fallen apart a few times, and now it's held together by a complicated arrangement of invisible string. If it didn't look so daunting, I would take it apart and dust him off. He wouldn't know himself.Em pointed at this when she was over with some friends and exposed me for the packrat that I deny ever being.
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next to my sister (who saves literally eveything), you are the worst pack rat I know. It's great for me. I can give you my favourite shirt and then be jealous when you have it but at least be able to still look at it. I can see every mix tape you've ever received, holy crap!!!
oops, sorry for all the swearing, was a bit drunk last night.
Am I really that bad? I mean, I recently threw out that first pair of docs, and which one of us still has episodes of Kids in the Hall on video?
Yes, that's a wind chime. It was hanging in the window but the lovely chiming was pissing B off I guess, so now it hangs on the wall.
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