Pack rat.

It's a new year so I figured I'd throw out a lot of the garbage lying around the apartment. Because I don't pay much attention, I sure do accumulate a lot of crap. Junk mail piles that I always put off until "tomorrow" was actually sorted through today. There are also enough plastic bags around me to supply the Pathmark on Northern Blvd.

I think I inherited the pack rate trait from my folks. I always joked about how they kept the most mundane stuff. It was random. But I guess I do the same thing...keeping things that mean something until I forget the reason of why I actually kept it. Now that I'm sort of on my own; I'm trying to live an uncluttered life. There was a point where I wanted to burn it down and start over because it was a mess; but hey, I guess it comes with the territory.

The dream apartment would probably consist of a DOPE entertainment system all hooked up by Apple. And a bed. Probably a lamp too. That's all I'd need. No wait...a good sturdy couch to plop down on...aaaand... Maybe a hot pot for that ramen, because that's probably all I'd eat in order to afford that entertainment system I have in mind.