Happy Memorial Day! I’m supposed to go to some barbecue DOWN BY THE RIVER today, but I’m supposed to go there with a boy and it seems like such a girlfriendy thing to do and I’m really trying to avoid acting girlfriendy with anybody right now.
Speaking of which, Girlfriend, you have got to check out my closet. I attempted to organize it yesterday and it’s frighting. I’ve worked at a non-profit thrift store for the last five years. I’d say I bought at least one item of clothing there a week, on average. 52 x 5 = Oh My God.
I went to the mall and REALLY shopped yesterday for the first time in years. After working at the thriftstore for so long, I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman… at The Limited, they offered to start a dressing room just for me and I was all, “Are you f$&*ing kidding me?”
So… I shopped my ass off, came home, and started putting everything away. The majority of my clothes have been piled up on a couch in the big room for the past few months, and I decided it would be a good idea to organize everything.
Now the big room in my basement looks like Mariah Carey’s closet on Cribs. It’s sick.
Later on, some friends were coming over, and I swear to god, the first thing I said was “I don’t have anything to wear”.
You know that Harry Chapin song “Cat’s in the Cradle”? I had a moment like that, like “Oh. My. God. I’ve become what I hate the most.”
This weekend has been all about excess. Too many clothes and boys and books and beers and too much smoking and too much money and too much stuff. I started to think about moving and the actual logistics about where everything should go and I almost strangled myself with my cutesuperpretty new striped blouse from the mall. Ugh.
So… to barbecue or to not barbecue… that is the question… I have no idea yet. We’ll see.
Maybe I’ll go take a picture of my closet. Heh.
And yes, Jen, the title is a shout-out to Mike and The Greatest Cranium Clue Ever.