Packin'

Saturday, June 09, 2007

I'm not, really.

But I am a pack rat, hah.
Not self-proclaimed mind you... just observations from these overly ANAL people I seem to hang out with -_-

I don't see major issues with hanging onto stuff that's decrepit and old! lol
It's supposedly a "bad habit" I carry all the way even into WoW... yeah, between the few people who log onto my characters and their wanton escapade of raiding and sharding EVERYTHING in my bank, I'm really going to have nothing left :P

Besides, some of the old, useless things make for good memories... ones that you've temporarily forgotten, but linger in your subconscious state waiting to be tenderly pricked and aroused.

It's sometimes numbly sweet, gently sharp but more often it feels like a reach into your chest... and a loving squeeze :)

Fine, instead of clearing up the litter I am adamantly trying to justify the chaos (or the right to keep stuff).

On the topic of "stuff", Yees and I were gossiping about presents and how she wanted another LV bag (preferably given of course) to which I countered a pair of Jimmy Choo's would be excellent too. Although, Yees already has more than enough handbags in my opinion haha

Tsk tsk, all these preppy LV totting fashionistas! ;)

Personally, the thing with gifts... it's all out flattering but if it's coming from the wrong person it's just downright awkward.

Of course... me being me and seeing how a short answer like that wouldn't have sufficed, I cheesed a response to Yees and lamented, "The one person I want gifts from but would never allow and who will never be able to send me one is the only one I truly yearn for."

I think Yees choked and ran off to throw up her dinner right after.

Melodrama - 1; Yees - 0.

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posted at 6/09/2007 12:25:00 AM by nekomatta ·

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