You guys, I have a problem. A clutter problem. It’s interfering with my life. It’s blocking my chi or my shui or something. I’d show you a picture but it’s too humiliating.
I have this “just in case” mentality. I can’t throw anything away because I might need it someday. You just never know when you’re going to need pearlescent lime green eyeshadow, but if that situation were to arise, I’m prepared.
As I write, on my desk there sits a corkboard, two coffee mugs (on coasters, naturally), a Glade plug-in, a pair of earplugs, a piggy bank, a framed sentiment, my camera, a stack of cds, a tube of bronzer, a necklace, cocktail ring, and pair of earrings, a hairpin, a lamp, a plate, a bottle of allergy eyedrops, my checkbook, some junk mail, ShrinkyDinks I made a few years ago, two tubes of lipgloss, hand cream, nail polish, a Virgin Mary candle, a notebook, a packet of vitamins, my printer’s instruction manual, a box of tissues, a bottle of Pepsi, a few floating Post-It notes, a 3×5 storage box, and (ironically) a desk organizer. Oh, and a toy chicken and this computer.
It’s not like I have a big desk or anything. It’s a normal-sized desk. I have a normal-sized desk and an abnormal organizational disorder.
And let’s not talk about what’s on the bed and on the floor and in the closet because I don’t even know, ok?
Heeeeeeelp!
