Written @ 9:45 a.m. on 2007-06-09
CLoset space
Yesterday I spent a day not being able to find things because my house was so dirty. This is very odd. My house is dirtier now that I am home full time than when I was working. You'd think I'd find my happy homemaker stride, but no...now I have 3 meals to cook, and clean up, as opposed to just dinner when I was working. And now I have toys freakin' everywhere because we are home all day to make big messes. I don't mind a mess, but I do mind,"Where the fuck are my KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYS!?!" My keys and I have a hate-hate relationship, if you remember.
So, I had a smart idea...if I get rid of stuff that I don't need, I will have less stuff to clean up! Ok, so I have a pile of packing boxes sitting outside waiting for someone from Freecycle to come and get them. I have a nice rag rug, a puffy down coat with a cigarette burn in it, a pink glass angel, the leftovers of the making of halloween costumes, and about a million pieces of size 4 girls clothes. Not enough for a garage sale, especially since I have no place to put them, nothing really nice enough for ebay...I'd like to make a buck but I think the best is to freecycle it all.
I need to clean out some space because I think B. is moving in. I don't know, there is kind of a grey area about it, because he sleeps with me every night, but then he wakes up and goes home, and all of his stuff is there. As I have mentioned before, B.'s business makes no money. NO money, so in order to survive he lives at his parent's house. I HATE this. His whole family is happy with it. B. and his grandfather are best friends, and B. does a lot of the physical care for him now that he is in his nineties. They are like, DALLAS..the grandfather, the parents, the adult son, all living together, making oil deals. For me, I have it in my mind that living with your parents as an adult is something you do ONLY IN CATASTROPHIC CONDITIONS. Like, Katrina. That's the only possible reason. It's a cultural difference.
So, at B's house is his "studio". It is really his Bat Cave. Computers and editing equipment, thousands of alphabetized tapes and DVDs, art supplies, a couch, a spiderman sleeping bag, graffiti and comicbook art, porn, cigarette butts,file cabinets filled with comic books, wrestling toys, GI Joes, electric guitars and amps, crispy creme donuts, beer, posters of Zack Wild and Ozzy, Guns N' Roses, sexy ladies and various wrestlers all over the ceiling. Every man who ever walks in there goes.."WWWHOA! This is so AWESOME!!!!!" Every woman goes,"Ew."
He also has a bedroom at the house, but he doesn't go in that room. It's just storage for his clothes and books. There is a full sized bed that no one ever sleeps in. We sleep smooshed in my single. I pointed this out. The big bed will be moving here in July, after his cousins' visit. This, according to B., will symbolize him moving in here.
But the studio will stay where it is.
See the grey area?
Anyways, I need closet space.