Wednesday, July 26, 2006

I have moved house, i am living out of boxes until my furniture arrives. I am using internet through a free aol trial - i hate aol. Fucking dial-up. Who the hell choses to use dial up?

I have too much stuff - it's only when you have to unpack all your shit that you realise this. I have gained a cello and piano since i last moved house two years ago. I apparently have more clothes, shoes and handbags than ever before. I now have 4 computers and 3 stereos.

Furthermore, my somewhat obscure collections of interesting newspapers, early edition dicken's books and samples of volcanic rock specimens (collected by my own fair hands) now take up much more space than originally anticipated - not sure where to put them all! They're not exactly things that you can display either. The early edition books need to be kept in varying conditions in order to preserve them (usually darkness), i've been reliably informed that my volcanic rock samples hold no particular interest to lay-people and the newspapers are just newspapers at the end of the day.

But on the plus side - there are more butterflies here. Yet more moths ( the pleasure/pain dichotomy strikes again)!!!

1 Comments:

wil said...

wow - a cello.

12:31 AM  

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