Woke up early again, with a slight hangover. Captian Morgan must of sailed some rough shores last night.
Threw on a pot of coffee, and settled on the couch for some reality TV. And went through the "BOX".
The box is about four shoe-boxes side to side, big, and filled with photos, newspaper clippings, and what-not from the past 30 years of my life. Most of the stuff, is destined for a scrapbook, evenutally. I usually go through the box every few months, sort through it, whatever. Today I threw about 1/2 of the box in the garbage. Letters I kept, photos I don't need to keep, and other assorted crap, such of all the shit I kept track of when I was a Resident Assistant in the college dorms. GONE. Landfill fodder. I refuse to let the past cripple me in the present-specially events of more political bullshit nature... I swear I'm a reincarnated hippie.
Threw on a pot of coffee, and settled on the couch for some reality TV. And went through the "BOX".
The box is about four shoe-boxes side to side, big, and filled with photos, newspaper clippings, and what-not from the past 30 years of my life. Most of the stuff, is destined for a scrapbook, evenutally. I usually go through the box every few months, sort through it, whatever. Today I threw about 1/2 of the box in the garbage. Letters I kept, photos I don't need to keep, and other assorted crap, such of all the shit I kept track of when I was a Resident Assistant in the college dorms. GONE. Landfill fodder. I refuse to let the past cripple me in the present-specially events of more political bullshit nature... I swear I'm a reincarnated hippie.