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Aug. 12th, 2008 02:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
squeefulfishWell, this is not ideal. I'm sitting on my bedroom floor, surrounded by general stuff that was just cluttering up one corner and is now cluttering up the entire room. I have been incredibly lazy this summer and the bedroom is my only refuge from everything, so it tends to fall into the vaguely organised chaos state quite easily. Books have been torn out of the bookcases to be sorted. I own a lot more clothes than I thought. Some are things I don't want to throw out because I spent a lot of money on them (and still haven't ever worn, six years later in some cases.)
The bundle of clothes to be turned into other clothes is growing higher - two pairs of ripped jeans that can be cut up to make one skirt; a skirt that's too hookerish (hooker-like? hookerine?) even for me that's being turned into a shopping bag; the trousers that are just that wee bit too short to be turned into even shorter trousers; the t-shirts that are going to be turned into, um, something. I own a lot of hats, too. And scarves. And underwear. Somehow I've got 97 pairs of knickers, 24 pairs of socks (and 19 odd socks - dusters now!) and 21 bras. Twenty one. I only have two boobs! I haven't counted the tights but they take up an entire drawer on their own. I think both the nieces will be spiders this Hallowe'en. My, but I'm being little miss re-use. Now, if I could just find something that I can turn into some sort of costume for the upcoming "devils and angels" (I know, I know) themed 21st that's next week I'd be a very happy fishie indeed. I refuse to have anything to do with flashing horns.
I'm sleepy. My bed is covered in stuff that needs to be sorted. I think I'll sleep on the floor, my guide blankie is on top of one of the bundles and I can use an arm for a pillow. I've slept in worse places and who knows, it might even do my back some good. Oh bugger. When was the last time I hoovered the carpet? If it looks more mustard (yes, I chose that colour, feck off it suits the room) than hennaed hair it's probably ok. I've been moulting something rotten lately.
And instead of clearing off my bed I posted about how I can't get into it. Someone turn off my internet? Please? Mind you, I am the person who once texted people to say "my oven is on fire!" instead of doing anything about it.
The bundle of clothes to be turned into other clothes is growing higher - two pairs of ripped jeans that can be cut up to make one skirt; a skirt that's too hookerish (hooker-like? hookerine?) even for me that's being turned into a shopping bag; the trousers that are just that wee bit too short to be turned into even shorter trousers; the t-shirts that are going to be turned into, um, something. I own a lot of hats, too. And scarves. And underwear. Somehow I've got 97 pairs of knickers, 24 pairs of socks (and 19 odd socks - dusters now!) and 21 bras. Twenty one. I only have two boobs! I haven't counted the tights but they take up an entire drawer on their own. I think both the nieces will be spiders this Hallowe'en. My, but I'm being little miss re-use. Now, if I could just find something that I can turn into some sort of costume for the upcoming "devils and angels" (I know, I know) themed 21st that's next week I'd be a very happy fishie indeed. I refuse to have anything to do with flashing horns.
I'm sleepy. My bed is covered in stuff that needs to be sorted. I think I'll sleep on the floor, my guide blankie is on top of one of the bundles and I can use an arm for a pillow. I've slept in worse places and who knows, it might even do my back some good. Oh bugger. When was the last time I hoovered the carpet? If it looks more mustard (yes, I chose that colour, feck off it suits the room) than hennaed hair it's probably ok. I've been moulting something rotten lately.
And instead of clearing off my bed I posted about how I can't get into it. Someone turn off my internet? Please? Mind you, I am the person who once texted people to say "my oven is on fire!" instead of doing anything about it.
