If thirty is the new twenty…Is twenty the new ten?
To all of my journal friends….
Please help.
Besides taking them with me or packing them away, what should I do with the fifteen pounds of graphic novels I’ve been carting around since college?
Does anyone want a really cool pair of Puma shoes size 8.5? I’m a size 9. They we’re a great deal I couldn’t pass up. Unfortunately, the comfort factor was more important that my greedy need for pretty shoes. I wore them once and can’t justify bringing them with. They are dark brown with tan puma swishes on the side.
Harry Belcastro, damn your cedar raccoon trunk….what the hell should I do with that thing?
There’s the Ogio locker bag that looks really cool, is technically functional but irritatingly cumbersome. I paid $50 bucks for that fucker. I never use my neti pot. But I just know that when I toss it, I’m suddenly going to get a sinus infection requiring irrigation. What about the first generation Roomba. It works fine but demand on Craigslist is non existent. Damn you ten years worth of power tools. Yes, you’ve served us well, but, you are heavy and worth more than what those cheap bastards are willing to pay on Craigslist. Those Ebay shiesters might pay a bit more if your cumbersome bulk didn’t make the shipping go through the roof.
Tonight is our last night in the house. The move out cleaning people are coming Monday morning and we’re signing the paperwork Monday afternoon.





