another bland summer

but in other news: the cat has unceremoniously taken a dump NOT in her litter box. What oddly colored turds!!

I have "officially" begun cleaning my room, and not in the way I used to do it which just involved rearranging shit and stacking shit, but actually DUMPING all this shit I have accumulated over the time of my entire existence. It's an amusing venture, but mostly frustrating as I am forced to confront my packrat/hoarder tendencies. And even as I am digging up this crap, I still relinquish it with EXTREME difficulty. Broken necklace chains, found rings, old barbie dolls, hospital wristbands, baby teeth kept in a jar, sketchbooks -- I guess I've always liked the idea of a physical memories, and that with my over-sentimentality results in a fucking disaster of a room. Cluttered with trinkets in every nook and cranny, collecting dust and flea shit.

But I'm looking forward to this clean(s)ing process... my room won't be embarrassing anymore to guests and maybe it'll help me let go of things better.

And the above photo is just to show off my WALL which is now BARE!!! WOW!!! and i was eating a pomegranate. new painting idea.