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[paperflowers]

I sleep next to a pig, a stuffed cat whose tail, legs and head my mom sewed and resewed for me, the scarf Denise and her mom made me, the afghan Jude crocheted for me that I've sewn and sewn over again, and a rock that Jude dug out of the desert thirty some years ago. I think I might have some attachment issues. That and, my bed is crowded. I

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[quadrant_of_sky]

Awww.

[guitargrrl]

:) i totally relate. you have a good mix of stuff, there. :)
it's typical borderline, you know. i read that in a borderline book- that we carry things with us, as a way of disembodiying the person, and having THEM with us, and those "things" can't leave us...

you should see my purse. my purse is your bed, it's got more random weird stuff than you could imagine. i sit it on my lap when i go for scary doctor things. sometimes they take it from me, and i get anxious.

i like the rock. it looks like a lizard head.

i'm so glad you're settled and have a nice place to rest your head.

[paperflowers]

Well, that makes sense. Its insanity, because I could live with nothing nothing nothing. However. I keep things that were gifts, or things I got when I was with someone having a good time, or things I have no use for, but remind me of someone. And therefore, never have nothing.

I have twelve thousand hooded sweatshirts, but in order to leave for scorching hot arizona, I HAD to have my New Orleans one TOO. I'd have been frantic if I'd left it. Bizarrity.

And. I for sure get the purse thing too. I'm never in fashion because I can't carry a small bag. ha.