i dont know how one person could have so much stuff. ive been piling it all up on one side of my room and when i look at it, all these things i have accumulated, i feel kinda sick. but it makes me happy to know that someone else might find a lot of use in my materialism. things im learning:
i rarely wear someone for more than one season. bad.
real pajama tops remain virtually brand new, while pajama bottoms have holes in them.
vintage Urban Outfitter tshirts become my favorite pajama tops within days.
maybe i DONT have to buy a new dress for every wedding i go to…
why do i have so many hoodies?
i dont wear pants very often. i dont know why i buy them.
note: that means i wear skirts/dresses a lot. it does not mean i walk around bottomless.
i like to keep every letter/concert ticket/picture/movie stub/card/post-it note that anyone gives me. (now in trash bags) who the heck is aurella henrieta sanchez.
beary is the only one who has made it with me 24 years and counting. i heart beary oh so much. i shall never part with thee for as long as my live long life.
lets be honest: i am never going to scrap book and i am never going to knit. i am also not going fulfill my lifetime goal as a master pinata maker, so i dont know why i have all of those magazine.
i have 1000 paper stars that i made for a guy in high school that i never had the guts to give to. maybe its time to move out with my life…or…maybe its a sign to find him and confess my undying love!!! if only i could remember his name…
my mom likes to buy me itchy wool sweaters from Polo because she thinks i “dress like a homeless person”. i like to wear them once a year to make her feel like shes a good mum. i also think she has never actually seen a homeless person.
its 3:20 am and im beginning to think that santa is standing me up!
merry christmas!!!!!
