I need to go through bf's MOUNTAIN of clothes and throw crap away or put in bags to give to the salvation army... but last time I did that, I came up with like 6 bags of stuff (literally), and he still had probably 100 shirts and pants... (I have never known a man to have SO MANY CLOTHES, he will not get rid of stuff he's had for years, particularly if it's a "hot" brand name, or so he thinks)... and he became angry and ripped open the bags to go through everything and was like, "oh **** no, **** no! This stuff's going back!" And then, the bags dwindled from 6 to like, 1... it's not necessary to have THIS MUCH STUFF because on his side of the bed, there's another huge mountain of dirty clothes he just throws there and refuses to let me wash them because he doesn't like the way I will wash pants and shirts together (sooo whaaaaaaaat!).... but then, doesn't wash them himself. So I got tired of it and threw a big load of his crap, pants and shirts and all, in the washing machine. Since he's not here, I could get rid of some stuff, but he seems to know every piece of clothing he has down to the thread...
"where's my izod shirt? Where's my izod shirt?? I need it!"
I'm like, "umm, it's ugly, it's old, and it's GOING!"
"No, it's an IZOD...!"
"No, it's UGLY!"
"I don't care, it's an IZOD!"
It's just weird and creepy to have such an emotional attachment to one's clothes. Hmm. Just another issue upon a big hill of issues, I suppose.
My BF thinks I'm being lame for joining a diet website and actually conversing with people he refers to as "internet people"... like none of you guys actually exist... He thinks it's geeky. And I used to agree a coupla years ago, but now EVERYBODY DOES IT!! Everybody is online and connected, jeez. I think it's fun. There is probably not a person in the world who doesn't get online and talks with people they don't know. I'm rambling, because I'm bored and have nothing to doooo!




Can't wait to see pictures
great choices
Barb, Cat
I think I need to get out of the house 

