unload
I can always tell when I'm feeling depressed. During these times, I don't feel like uploading my LJ. I think it is because I feel that there is "nothing going on in my life" that feels like being documented. There was a few incidences I came here to type something, but then I talked myself out of it because those respective posts would have felt like useless filler. When I update, I like to talk about things that mean something to me. I don't want to update my journal just for the sake of updating my journal.
It has been one month, and things happen. Good things. Bad things. Mediocre things. Things. I think my overwhelming indifference to just about everything concerns me the most.
Since I have a more-than-filler thing to talk about: This passing weekend was pretty good for Kevin and for me. We had our yard sale -- the yard sale that I was planning since August of last year. It went off without a hitch for all parties involved.
I knew that the things we wanted to unload wouldn't amount to a sizable yard sale, so I tasked the help from my friends and neighbors to help in our cause. Ben H. had his deceased mother's belongings he had to unload. Lady Ray donated her unwanted clothes from her household -- most of which belonged to her daughter; She simply outgrew them.
So, the yard sale encompassed the possessions of four people: Kevin, Lady Ray, Ben, and I. I decided to get rid of the books I read and no longer wanted, and the DVDs and video games I would no longer watch or play. Totally, I made back $289. The yard sale had a total of approximately $900. Poor Kevin only made $59 off of his possessions he was selling in the sale.
From yardsale2009
From yardsale2009
From yardsale2009
From yardsale2009
From yardsale2009
From yardsale2009
From yardsale2009
The only thing that bothers me is the fact I got hustled by the people I was supposed to hustle! I mean, I was hoping to sell my used, but well taken care of, video game systems for twice for what they went for. I guess Mexican immigrants know how to haggle.
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It has been one month, and things happen. Good things. Bad things. Mediocre things. Things. I think my overwhelming indifference to just about everything concerns me the most.
Since I have a more-than-filler thing to talk about: This passing weekend was pretty good for Kevin and for me. We had our yard sale -- the yard sale that I was planning since August of last year. It went off without a hitch for all parties involved.
I knew that the things we wanted to unload wouldn't amount to a sizable yard sale, so I tasked the help from my friends and neighbors to help in our cause. Ben H. had his deceased mother's belongings he had to unload. Lady Ray donated her unwanted clothes from her household -- most of which belonged to her daughter; She simply outgrew them.
So, the yard sale encompassed the possessions of four people: Kevin, Lady Ray, Ben, and I. I decided to get rid of the books I read and no longer wanted, and the DVDs and video games I would no longer watch or play. Totally, I made back $289. The yard sale had a total of approximately $900. Poor Kevin only made $59 off of his possessions he was selling in the sale.
From yardsale2009
From yardsale2009
From yardsale2009
From yardsale2009
From yardsale2009
From yardsale2009
From yardsale2009
The only thing that bothers me is the fact I got hustled by the people I was supposed to hustle! I mean, I was hoping to sell my used, but well taken care of, video game systems for twice for what they went for. I guess Mexican immigrants know how to haggle.
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