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i packed up the contents of my living room shelves, some of my heavy jackets and sweaters, bedding that i dont use, 98% of my books and my cds. finding cd cases for the strays you've been keeping face-side-down in a pile in the corner of your desk is ENLIGHTENING to say the least. i still have some loners though. tomorrow its on to the art supplies, sans a pad of paper and my colored pencils just in case i have a moment. the porch bed has been taken down and my patio now houses all the boxes, including the one in which i am throwing all the stuff i want to sell in my garage sale. garage sales make me very happy. ever since i was a child i loved the whole bartering, making money off things you no longer need thing. i used to make like 200 bucks a pop when i was a kid, thats a big deal...i thought i was all set up, i was ready to retire. i've continued to love selling my wares throughout life, thats how i kept it as real as i did when my mom was "garnishing" my fucking allowance. and now, encinitas, you will be witness to millions of dollars worth of cracked-case reel big fish and 311 cds, mustard-colored sheets, some pretty great clothes, and a book about lesbians that i bought when i was 12 because i liked the cover. this, encinitas, isnt even the half of it.
next time you talk to someone from encinitas, tell them to buy my stuff.
bestfriend time now.
next time you talk to someone from encinitas, tell them to buy my stuff.
bestfriend time now.