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February 02, 2003
I have to admit that
I have to admit that I'm a closet mary. Not a mary that is in the closet, but a mary who has issues with closets. And not those proverbial closets, but actual closets. I've had to deal with this really small wardrobe in my room as my only closet space since I've moved here, and I've hated it. I have lots of clothes, not necessarily good tasteful clothes, but still my clothes. I had clothes in bags, on my footlocker, in my footlocker, under my bed, on my bed. I really hated it.
Losing Dan as a roommate was a tragedy, but it was a real windfall, just like a death in the family. Sure, you lose the person, but you gain their stuff! Boohoohoo woohoo! He gave me a bunch of kicky hipster clothes that weren't hip enough to transport to his new smaller space, and he also gave me his AMAZING SIX FOOT SERIOUSLY FRIGGING HEAVY STEEL clothes rack. I've pulled out all of my clothes and discovered that I have enough clothes to fill the length of the rack, although not necessarily with really kicky clothes. Those are on the last two feet or so. Maybe less. Okay, a foot. Okay, room for the shirts to swing freely and separately.
Regardless, this also pointed out another of my random obsessions. Some clothes fiends have things for shoes, or shirts, or socks. I have so many Pop Swatches that I have a bowl filled with them at the end of my bed. If I don't cover them with a towel, the ticking at night drives the dog out of the room. The cost for replacement batteries is about $50 every year. I can't help it, I just love them and their shiny happy faces. I hate Daylight Savings Time, as it is a real chore when you have twenty watches to adjust. I have so many Pop Swatches that I can't keep track of them. I've gradually noticed that there has been a drop in number, but I couldn't identify individual Pop Swatches that were missing, forcing me to deal with PMPSAD, or Post Misplacement Pop Swatch Anxiety Disorder. The symptoms include, but are not limited to, frantically checking my left arm for ticking, chronic lateness, and a vague shuffling around the room in the morning looking for a matching watch.
As I hung up all these shirts, I found seven Swatches attached to shirts from the foot locker, the floor, under the bed. Some of them still had the time from before the time change. My constant misplacement of objects is well known to all of my friends, so keeping track of all of them is hopeless. Well, I think I'm back to a full number. I think.
Posted by G at February 2, 2003 07:20 PM