May 04, 2007 12:03
... Ok I have no idea how to feel right now... part of me wants to burst out laughing, another part of me wants to cry...
As you know, in theory, I've been cleaning out the basement for about 4 days now. Just 15 minutes ago I went to the other side of the room and opened a bag. I start rooting thru and then it hits me. I've seen this stuff already. ... It's stuff I've concidered "trash"... the plastic necklace that candy came in, the hat with ripped stitching, the foam stuff you stick fake flowers into, old bubble wrap... ... ... Mom has been going through my trash bags and putting all this "junk" back into the room.
... It's not funny... and yet it is... This room is a black hole. There's still more to clean, more to organize after 4 days, and she can't get rid of "junk"?? Omg... seriously...