Saturday, August 2, 2008
How Much Can One Little Bitty Person Have?
Ooh lord, I smell something horrible.
Shudditup!!
I have been packing and shit…going thru things and realizing that….when it comes to paper…I am a pack rat.
See ever since I can remember (8 years ago) I have been writing…so I have tons of pieces of paper that have random notes…or a few lines written on them. I also have pads and pads of papers that I have written short stories on… and all this paper… required TWO cardboard boxes.
Another thing I realized…I have a gajillion VHS tapes. What should I do with those? I have a professional chess board with a timer and everything. I have a guitar that has never been used, a Wii game that’s been played with 4 times, books…and books…and books, and last…a porn library that I am sure is worthless to me now that I have looked at all of the sex scenes (sometimes I let the madness just play on tv and I’ll put the tv on mute as I clean house or read a book... just in case I wanna see some ass and dick when I glance up) I have wall appliqués I haven’t put up even though I have had them taped to my wall for a year.
And then there are the shoes…
*huge pathetic sigh*
Shoes that have no outfits to match, shoes that I haven’t worn in at least two years, office shoes to ho shoes…I have it all. Wait…I don’t have any clear 6 inch heels…budda, that just reminded me I should pick a pair of those up…you know…for show and what not.
I even have ONE shoe that I have been holding on to…in hopes that I find the other…I’ve held onto it for 2 years now. I guess it’s safe to throw it away…but damn…those shoes right there…men loved those shoes and …so did I.
Flipflops…I have 20 pair of flipflops…tell me this…who the hell has that many flipflops? OldNavy maybe? Hmmm. Craziness I tell you. Now I see where my money goes and …I need to start a Stop Shoe Shopping Support Group.
So I stink…and I smell myself stinkin’.
Now, the Little Jamaican is coming over to take me to get some boxes…I was thinking since he is bringing me right back home…no need to shower since I’mma be stinking again while packing some more…
Budda…as much as he and I bullshit and secretly love/hate eachother…I can’t do that brotha like that… smell all up in his shit…
LOL…but it would be funny…after all, he’s always sitting on the toilet when he calls me…equals out the same…if I can listen to him gruntin’ as he pushes one out…I can smell up the car!
I’ll take the shower dammit!
To top off my packing experience thus far…I got the chain of my diamond necklace caught on the stupid shelf thing that ladders have on the back of them…it broke my chain…yes IT did and not me!
As of yet, I have not broke any nails though. So, I am not as pissed as I could be…but I am slowly getting there dammit.
Packing sucks!
*I tell you though... I am going to miss these raining Saturday mornings up in Harlem something fierce. Even now, while listening to Sarah Vaughn If I Had You…I am getting all misty eyed at the prospect that my days in Harlem are numbered and days like today…will be memories of the past, rather than expectations of the future.*
Shudditup!!
I have been packing and shit…going thru things and realizing that….when it comes to paper…I am a pack rat.
See ever since I can remember (8 years ago) I have been writing…so I have tons of pieces of paper that have random notes…or a few lines written on them. I also have pads and pads of papers that I have written short stories on… and all this paper… required TWO cardboard boxes.
Another thing I realized…I have a gajillion VHS tapes. What should I do with those? I have a professional chess board with a timer and everything. I have a guitar that has never been used, a Wii game that’s been played with 4 times, books…and books…and books, and last…a porn library that I am sure is worthless to me now that I have looked at all of the sex scenes (sometimes I let the madness just play on tv and I’ll put the tv on mute as I clean house or read a book... just in case I wanna see some ass and dick when I glance up) I have wall appliqués I haven’t put up even though I have had them taped to my wall for a year.
And then there are the shoes…
*huge pathetic sigh*
Shoes that have no outfits to match, shoes that I haven’t worn in at least two years, office shoes to ho shoes…I have it all. Wait…I don’t have any clear 6 inch heels…budda, that just reminded me I should pick a pair of those up…you know…for show and what not.
I even have ONE shoe that I have been holding on to…in hopes that I find the other…I’ve held onto it for 2 years now. I guess it’s safe to throw it away…but damn…those shoes right there…men loved those shoes and …so did I.
Flipflops…I have 20 pair of flipflops…tell me this…who the hell has that many flipflops? OldNavy maybe? Hmmm. Craziness I tell you. Now I see where my money goes and …I need to start a Stop Shoe Shopping Support Group.
So I stink…and I smell myself stinkin’.
Now, the Little Jamaican is coming over to take me to get some boxes…I was thinking since he is bringing me right back home…no need to shower since I’mma be stinking again while packing some more…
Budda…as much as he and I bullshit and secretly love/hate eachother…I can’t do that brotha like that… smell all up in his shit…
LOL…but it would be funny…after all, he’s always sitting on the toilet when he calls me…equals out the same…if I can listen to him gruntin’ as he pushes one out…I can smell up the car!
I’ll take the shower dammit!
To top off my packing experience thus far…I got the chain of my diamond necklace caught on the stupid shelf thing that ladders have on the back of them…it broke my chain…yes IT did and not me!
As of yet, I have not broke any nails though. So, I am not as pissed as I could be…but I am slowly getting there dammit.
Packing sucks!
*I tell you though... I am going to miss these raining Saturday mornings up in Harlem something fierce. Even now, while listening to Sarah Vaughn If I Had You…I am getting all misty eyed at the prospect that my days in Harlem are numbered and days like today…will be memories of the past, rather than expectations of the future.*
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wow girl I know you sweating pack up all dem boxes!!! my love affair of flip flops didn't start til I moved to Georgia 11 years ago..born and raised in dc and we didn't wear flip flops..at least I didn't..didn't even OWN a pair..but now I love them I wish I had your collection...send me a pair or two...size 8...THANK YOU!!!....
Gee: I send you my flipflops...your toes will be hanging over the front...doing the kung-fu grip to stay in them mugs!
I wear a 6.
I wear a 6.
me and organized gonna be fighting over that chess set.
i'll buy that guitar offa u though. i've been wanting to take lessons.
i'll buy that guitar offa u though. i've been wanting to take lessons.
@ ON: I can not get rid of the chess set...it adds to my repetoire...it impresses ppl (read:men)
@ Nikki: Just like the chess set...guitar adds to my repetoire...it impresses ppl (read: men)...
Plus, the guitar was a birthday gift from one of them men that could have been my husband...husband number #82
@ Eb: Yea...up and headed out...
If you have a Harlem get together between now and Friday morning...let me know.
@ Nikki: Just like the chess set...guitar adds to my repetoire...it impresses ppl (read: men)...
Plus, the guitar was a birthday gift from one of them men that could have been my husband...husband number #82
@ Eb: Yea...up and headed out...
If you have a Harlem get together between now and Friday morning...let me know.
I have cut down my shoe collection dramatically, but I can't seem to let go of the flip flops. I'm a southern california girl, it's part of my uniform...
But I agree, you can't part with the guitar or the chess set. It makes you extra renaissance-y.
Sorry I don't live in NY, or I'd help you pack, but I am excited to hear about your next adventure!
But I agree, you can't part with the guitar or the chess set. It makes you extra renaissance-y.
Sorry I don't live in NY, or I'd help you pack, but I am excited to hear about your next adventure!
*looking at my 32 pairs of flip flops*
Girl NO one has more than 20 pairs of flip flops *pushing mine under the bed*
I used to have random paper all around like that til I started carrying a small notebook with me everywhere I went. Since I have filled the book, it's now just a littering of notes in my Blackberry. Please recycle, lol. Don't bring all that foolishness and mayhem with you.
"If I had you" That's one of my favs
Girl NO one has more than 20 pairs of flip flops *pushing mine under the bed*
I used to have random paper all around like that til I started carrying a small notebook with me everywhere I went. Since I have filled the book, it's now just a littering of notes in my Blackberry. Please recycle, lol. Don't bring all that foolishness and mayhem with you.
"If I had you" That's one of my favs
Packing definitely sucks. One of the reasons I'm extending my lease with my landlord.
And I totally forgot to pick up the lawn chairs!
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And I totally forgot to pick up the lawn chairs!
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