Random

I woke up this morning with the random thought that this is the first time in my entire life that I will be with someone on Valentine's Day. Kind of pathetic, isn't it. Yeah. All my previous relationships have begun just after, and not lasted all the way round. Or the relationship was in the "off again" stage at the time. So this year, hopefully, I will get my pretty fl0wer and my kiss and all will be well.

Meanwhile...

I hate packing. Hate it. I have way too much stuff and I know most of it is probably garbage but I can't throw it away. I feel like someday, I might need it. I haven't used most of it in at least three years but I reason that it has been so disorganized or buried in boxes for those three years that I probably had been looking for it and just couldn't find it. Two days ago, I found two dvds that I had written off as having been left at the ex's house. But there they were, safe and sound only a few feet away from my tv. But that is what happens when you are short. Tall people put things away for you, and you never find them again until you move. I am finding a lot of things. Lots of them I know I can totally live without but I feel guilty about throwing them away because they were gifts. I also have an amazing amount of things that have sentimental value. Stuff that I think I am going to throw together in a box and label "do not unpack ever" like my parents did. I have so much paper that I have to sort through. I am very tempted to throw it all away but I know that there is 10% important stuff in the 90% garbage.

feh! feh on packing, feh on moving, feh on holidays!