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posted by: Andaloo (reply) post date: 07.28.05 (10:30 am) "Goodbye Porpoise Spit!" Just try to think of the new start Nat. posted by: dangerkitty (reply) post date: 07.28.05 (10:34 am) Reply to: Andaloo I'm excited about it. I'm just also really really terrified. posted by: Roxgirl (reply) post date: 08.10.05 (12:19 pm) I can relate with your brother, isn't that sad!?? posted by: Visio (reply) post date: 08.20.05 (1:44 pm) I was chatting with this girly last night online. Oh NAT you SHOULDHAVE BEEN THERE. Visio |
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Will I ever be settled? Only my Father in Heaven knows. I really hate moving. I really hate having to pack everything I own into boxes and suitcases and transport them and then unpack them. The only thing that I enjoy is the purging process. Purging horrible items from my closet that I haven't worn in years or that I realize was a bad purchase in the first place or doesn't fit anymore is oddly liberating. Goodbye frumpy floral frock, goodbye old and busted sneakers, goodbye worthless flat iron, goodbye fuzzy and itchy sweater, goodbye tight and shiny pants, goodbye 5-inch heeled platforms, goodbye and good riddance. Then there are those clothes that have past their prime that you wear everyday that have sentimental value that you mourn before you throw in the garbage. Not even the Salvation Army would want these pieces of crap.