I'm currently working my way through cleaning the disaster area known as my bedroom (there are actually spots where you can see the floor now!) In the process of doing this I came across a lovely black notebook about 75% full of, you guessed it, crappy love poems! The book spans eleven months of my life (July 9, 2000 to June 5, 2001), about half ( Read more... )

There's something vaguely therapeutic about cleaning. I think it's the inherent symbolism that's attracted me... there's just been so much excess crap in my life these last few months that it just feels good to get rid of physical garbage and tidy up what treasures I can. I've been working my way (very slowly) through my (very messy) room-- ( Read more... )