employablog

I just finished moving into my new apartment, and with it, I left a number of things behind. Most of them are tangible, some tangible (my twin bed mattress) and all of them (like my twin bed mattress) are gladly left behind.

I’m not old, nor am I mature, but moving gave me the terrible oozing possibility to pick off all the scabs that had been bothering me, bleed on the way over and make sure that they never returned. For example, here is a list of things that I have outgrown:

Dimmer switches that hum. Seriously.

Road bike tires. Mountain bike tires are stupid and slow, especially when your bike is your car, and vice versa. Winter will be interesting.

Rollerblades. I bike to get a round, I run for exercise. Rollerblades are some unholy bastard child of terrible fashion and low impact exercise for fatties. If it ever comes to that I’ll sign up for water aerobics thankyouverymuch.

Leaky roofs. Eesh, especially in Minnesota.

Excessive knick-knacks. When I started painting, I began producing more than enough stuff to be saving porcelain manatees and blown glass porpoises.

My old filing system. Now I use a cabinet instead of any old flat surface I happen to pass by. The psychological relief from the new system is beyond words. But still nowhere near as good as orgasm … or procrasturbation.
Dirty dishes. Never again. Too many roommates, too many tears.

SO with that, I began my new life, chapter 4, to a good start. And there are still a ton of things that I haven’t nor ever will outgrow, so, cheers cheers to:

Exposed brick

Hugs

Cheap, cheap beer
Fart jokes

My pants (I’m real slender, an anatomist would say gracile)

This entry was posted on Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007 at 12:50 am and is filed under Home Life. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.