Package hoarder

I am a packaging product hoarder. That's right, I said it. I save things that other things come packaged in. I save bags (plastic and otherwise), boxes (of all sizes), packaging air pockets, bubble wrap, tissue paper, etc.

The reason I'm telling you this is because I ran over my phone charger that I keep at work with my chair. I was able to bend it back into submission and get it working, but I fear hurting my phone if I keep using the slightly bent part that goes into the phone. I brought another charger to work today. As I took it out of its mini ziploc bag and undid the twist-tie, I considered discarding them once I had the charge out...but no. I said to myself, and actually aloud "I like both of these things." and proceeded to put the twist tie into the baggie, and the baggie into my purse. Obviously, I think they may be of some use in the future. I'm always prepared to pack things!

In my bedroom, I have a window seat. Half of my window seat is covered with bags. Half of that half is purses, of which I probably use three. The other half, plastic and paper. Bags of ALL sizes. Gift bags, gigantic bags, bags with handles, canvas bags, other materialed bags. I hoard. I also have a stack of empty shoe boxes which for a while I called my "side table" for my couch, because it reached up to the height of where the table would be. It's not a side table. It's a stack of empty goddamn shoe boxes. I'm going to add another to the pile later this afternoon in fact. For now, my new shoes sit in their shoe box, in another box, on my floor for me to trip over every time I walk from one end of my room to the other. I actually put a new smaller cardboard box into the box with the shoebox yesterday because I got a new mp3 player so that I can actually shuffle the songs that I play on my xmini speaker.

I've always been a box hoarder. I used to collect cute little boxes. I used to have boxes of all decorative types. That was my thing. Now I collect fucking cardboard. Where did I go wrong?!

Jesus, I need a hobby.

In other news. My next trip to Jamaica is all booked, minus the hotel for the first night in Montego Bay. Makes me a touch nervous, but it's Wednesday and Sugar ASSURES me that there will be availability when we get there. Ok...fingers crossed.

Look how bright the walls in the bedroom are at our apartment (the living room is brighter!) How Jamaica-y.

This will be B's last trip before she moves to Mo-Town. I don't know how I feel about this.

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Last night I went to my high school's alumni networking party at Upstairs at the Kimberly Hotel. It was beautiful. I was nervous because I was feeling anti-social as shit. So I sat there, and drank beer. And then alumni from my year showed up. A girl who I have known my whole life, and a boy who I knew from fifth grade on. The night got better from there. We chatted, caught up, talked to alum from the year after us. We spent 4 hours there. I had a really good time, and was very thankful for the encouragement from all of my friends who told me to stop being so fucking anti-social and do something.

The roof was obviously closed last night, but it didn't make the roof any less amazing!

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I have a new friend at work, or at least who works next door. We go to lunch. It's been really pleasant. I'll let you know how it goes.

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I can't remember what else I was going to say.