Bags of clothes to throw away because they are ripped or cut or drawn on or are underwear.
Piles of clothes to donate/try to sell.
...And then Morrissey messed up my nice, neat piles.
I found a bunch of rings from when Kevin used to buy me jewelry.
This is probably why he stopped.
Tell me why I decided to keep these in my drawer for five years instead of throwing them out?
Bags of clothes and garbage.
At least now my drawers are nice and neat.
So I now have about five shirts and three pairs of pants in my closet, so I guess I need to buy more stuff. Which sucks a little bit, cause I was trying to save my money. It also sucks because it is not easy to find my size...like anywhere. This will be fun.
I don't go into work until four today, so I'm baking a coffee cake and then me and my mom are taking it and a bunch of food to my Grandmom's house, cause she's getting a hip replacement and won't be able to do anything for awhile.
And...that is all. Because it is 9:44 in the morning and I still haven't showered or changed out of my pajamas and I feel gross.
