Friday, September 16, 2011


That's it. I've had it. It's over.

Don't try to talk me out of it, uh-uh.
I need to reclaim my life. I'm not happy with things the way they are. It's time to take out the trash.

That's sweet, but I've got to do this on my own.
 This weekend I'm finally going to do something I should have done a long time ago.

I'm going to throw crap away.

I'm gonna need a bigger bike.
 I have too much stuff. I'd like to call it an embarrassment of riches, but really it's more an embarrassment of worthless shit. Why do I have it? Why do I still want it? Why can't I see the floor in any of my closets?

So it's time to clean it out. All my stuff. If it can be donated, I'll donate it. If it's junk, I'll be unsentimental and admit it. If it's clothing that I haven't worn in 20 pounds, it's gone. Yes, even my beloved vintage clothing. If I can't wear it, I can't keep it.

More people should take this advice.
Here's what I'll do: I'll photograph my crap before I throw it out. I'll chronicle it. I'll even post the best stuff here. That turns this whole sorry exercise of wading through my accumulated clutter into a blog-related project. A creative enterprise. Maybe even a little bit enjoyable, so I don't a) give up in the middle of the effort, b) go crazy, or c) hang myself with a wide suede belt that I haven't worn since 1993. In that order.

Wish me luck. It's going to be a bumpy ride. I may need chick music and chocolate before it's over.

And vodka. Lots and lots of vodka.

This may not be so bad, after all.

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