Only 15 years old
In a fit of cleaning on par with a whirling dervish of obsessive-compulsion, today I decided to organize the living Jesus out of my apartment. This hasn't been done since I moved in here almost five months ago, so, seeing as it is ungodly cold outside and I have no other place to be until tomorrow, today is a good day to be inside, be clean, and be Scandinavianly organized.
It has been two hours since I started. To date, one large bag of waste, a half-full bag of paper and assorted paper products, and one heaping basket of laundry. There were few casualties up to this point. (Seven mismatched socks, with their mates undoubtedly in the laundry basket. Such is life.) The only quandry was whether or not to keep my favourite socks, of which one had developed a hole in the heel. (Upon deliberation and consultation with Karla, the socks were saved.)
And then, the t-shirt drawers.
I own a lot of t-shirts. Mostly white ones, used as sweat-catchers for other shirts. Most of which were won at various trivia nights in the past five years, and, by extension, freely disposable. Though I have folded three drawers full (which amounts to some twenty-plus shirts), I tend to remember circumstances around them, which makes me want to keep them long after they are no longer practical.
Examples:
- McGill University t-shirt. Purchased on my only trip to Montreal, 1994. Best two weeks that anyone could ask for as a 17-year old.
- .CALM shirt. Bought at Old Orchard Crafts in Burton, NB.
- Etch-a-Sketch Tech Support. Ungodly yellow, too large, but the first item I had ever purchased online.
- "I AM A MOON MONSTER." A green monstrosity purchased during a fit of obession with Sam Brown.
Sadly, there is one but one casualty. Ren and Stimpy's "Gritty Kitty."
If you look closely, you will see that the copyright date is 1992. It was given to me from my aunt Carol for Christmas of that year. Purchased from the It Store in the Champlain Place in Moncton. I haven't worn it in at least three years. The sleeves are ripped at the seams, and Ren & Stimpy aren't old enough to be considered ironically retro yet.
It has served me well in these past fifteen years. But, like many things, its time has come.
Goodbye, dear Gritty Kitty. Your wisdom ("If it doesn't say Gritty Kitty, it stinks!") will live on for the ages.
It has been two hours since I started. To date, one large bag of waste, a half-full bag of paper and assorted paper products, and one heaping basket of laundry. There were few casualties up to this point. (Seven mismatched socks, with their mates undoubtedly in the laundry basket. Such is life.) The only quandry was whether or not to keep my favourite socks, of which one had developed a hole in the heel. (Upon deliberation and consultation with Karla, the socks were saved.)
And then, the t-shirt drawers.
I own a lot of t-shirts. Mostly white ones, used as sweat-catchers for other shirts. Most of which were won at various trivia nights in the past five years, and, by extension, freely disposable. Though I have folded three drawers full (which amounts to some twenty-plus shirts), I tend to remember circumstances around them, which makes me want to keep them long after they are no longer practical.
Examples:
- McGill University t-shirt. Purchased on my only trip to Montreal, 1994. Best two weeks that anyone could ask for as a 17-year old.
- .CALM shirt. Bought at Old Orchard Crafts in Burton, NB.
- Etch-a-Sketch Tech Support. Ungodly yellow, too large, but the first item I had ever purchased online.
- "I AM A MOON MONSTER." A green monstrosity purchased during a fit of obession with Sam Brown.
Sadly, there is one but one casualty. Ren and Stimpy's "Gritty Kitty."
If you look closely, you will see that the copyright date is 1992. It was given to me from my aunt Carol for Christmas of that year. Purchased from the It Store in the Champlain Place in Moncton. I haven't worn it in at least three years. The sleeves are ripped at the seams, and Ren & Stimpy aren't old enough to be considered ironically retro yet.
It has served me well in these past fifteen years. But, like many things, its time has come.
Goodbye, dear Gritty Kitty. Your wisdom ("If it doesn't say Gritty Kitty, it stinks!") will live on for the ages.
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