I guess when you grow up poor ("send money to the children" poor) it becomes important to have stuff when you're older.
I guess that is why every room in the apartment had unnecessary amounts of furniture growing up; you couldn't find a bare wall in our home.

So i guess it is only a natural reaction that i have become a fierce minimalist. I can already see my future apartment - A bed, a chair, table, a spoon, a fork etc. etc... I'll buy stuff as circumstance dictates.
This is all aside from personal touches - leapord curtains, posters, and anything that will make things homie.

i bought a CD Wallet today, i filled it, and chucked all the jewel cases and it really made me feel good!
I can see more of my northern wall with that mountain of cd's out of the way.

there is something about being able to pack your life into a small box or suitcase that i find invigorating. Although it would be a pain to lug all my vinyl and i refuse to buy their cd equivalents, the declaration still stands.

The only down side is that i really have no place to go. And my situation has me about as mobile as a mouse face down in a glue trap.

I found out my ex is now a lesbo... i always indulged her by-curious side, but the way i was told was rather accusatory.

Can you interpret "you turned her gay" in a positive light?

"I've just seen the dead walk by
and they don't seem jealous of my life"
-TV Smith-