i feel like shit.
and that is putting it as nicely as humanly possible.
but that's a different story.
i never thought i had too much clothes. i sort of knew i have many clothes but never too much clothes.
all until today when mummy ordered us, June and i, to clear our closet because it was unstable and will very likely topple on us soon. you see, June is a smart one. she cleared the closet, did a bit of packing back her things, then left the house because she was going to J's birthday party. Whereas me, who is incredibly ill and does not want to go and pass off my flu to the poor 2-year-old boy and his mummy(aka Felicia's bff) is stuck with all these mountains of clothes all over my room. yay.
not.
so here i am, sitting in my closet (because there is nowhere else to sit, really) looking out at all these clothes and i realize... shit, i feel claustrophobic.
it's like a eureka moment, really. i have too much clothes. much; as in i cannot be bothered to count because it will give me a headache.
so now, i am sitting in front of my com, whining to whoever is silly enough to read this that i have too much clothes just so i do not have to go back to doing what i am supposed to be doing. that is; somehow manage to put all those clothes back into the closet.
i have never felt like throwing everything into a garbage bag and just stuffing it somewhere i can't see it... more than this particular moment.
now, i better go help my dad in the kitchen. he's trying to make custard caramel. and i think he's burning the sugar. -___-"
but that's a different story.
i never thought i had too much clothes. i sort of knew i have many clothes but never too much clothes.
all until today when mummy ordered us, June and i, to clear our closet because it was unstable and will very likely topple on us soon. you see, June is a smart one. she cleared the closet, did a bit of packing back her things, then left the house because she was going to J's birthday party. Whereas me, who is incredibly ill and does not want to go and pass off my flu to the poor 2-year-old boy and his mummy(aka Felicia's bff) is stuck with all these mountains of clothes all over my room. yay.
not.
so here i am, sitting in my closet (because there is nowhere else to sit, really) looking out at all these clothes and i realize... shit, i feel claustrophobic.
it's like a eureka moment, really. i have too much clothes. much; as in i cannot be bothered to count because it will give me a headache.
so now, i am sitting in front of my com, whining to whoever is silly enough to read this that i have too much clothes just so i do not have to go back to doing what i am supposed to be doing. that is; somehow manage to put all those clothes back into the closet.
i have never felt like throwing everything into a garbage bag and just stuffing it somewhere i can't see it... more than this particular moment.
now, i better go help my dad in the kitchen. he's trying to make custard caramel. and i think he's burning the sugar. -___-"