02 October 2012

When taco punches aren't good enough

Never mind the weird dietary additions to the grocery list. That pales in comparison to what I was faced with this morning.

After spending the last two years purging and editing and purging some more, I have very few possessions. Now, don't get me wrong. I like how simple and uncluttered my life is.

Sunshine, on the other hand, loves STUFFS and THINGS.

This morning, I decided I wanted my tan suede boots. So I went to the cubby where they were stored and had to fight my way past Sunshine's fucking I-don't-know-what-the-fuck-kind-of-giant-case to get to my shoes.

After all that purging I did to make room for all his important stuffs (that he never touches or wears), Sunshine has taken over one of the last remaining crannies where I had things stored.

Fuck you, asshole.

I seriously cannot take it anymore. When all of my possessions fit inside a fucking Honda (with space left over), there is not much left to eliminate. I have nothing left to give. It's your turn, asshole.

Think carefully. Figure out what's important to you. Me? Or your fucking stuffs.


  1. I'm thinking he's gonna pick you, my love...just a hunch... =)

    1. He put the things away somewhere else! I have my boot storage shelf back!