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I am so cliché right now:  barely touching my Japanese takeout, wearing work out pants that I mainly wear when I am not working out, and sitting on the faux wood floor of my soon to be ex apartment. It’s every bit a scene out of a familiar movie. It mimics that one montage scene in which the main character is making some sort of significant transition; picture clips of furniture slowly disappearing from a dwelling as the main character is going through a very obvious and dramatic emotionally reflective period. There is usually some heavy sound track playing in the background for added effect.

Shit. I have my Ipod playing in the back ground right now, and I am sitting on the floor all aloof. Can you surpass cliché? What would that be called?

Although my dumplings are cold, I have to admit that the sound of my favorite Pandora radio station reverberating between my scant living room walls actually feels comforting. It is a good thing I also have 7 layer dip to counteract the cold take-out. I should just go ahead and start making origami piñatas while I am at it. After all, all of my entertaining gadgets are stacked like a failed game of Tetris into a bunch of overpriced boxes at the moment.

cat oragami

This is the best I can do.

There is something incredibly relieving about freeing yourself from material belongings. Read the rest of this entry

Keep Calm And…

Keep Calm Carry On

Last night I received a text with this lovely rendition of the KCCO meme. This is my week’s motto appropriately, because I shall be toes in the water and feet in the sand come Saturday. I find myself getting a bit anxious, but a good anxious. Now comes the daunting task of trying to pack everything I will need into: a backpack, a duffel bag purse, and a small suitcase. I was advised it would be best to avoid bag checking, thus these three bags will have to do. Of course, being the president of over-packers anonymous, I have a feeling that one of two things is going to occur:

1. I will procrastinate wrangling this chore until Thursday night after cleaning out a bottle of wine. This will result in tipsy me throwing a couple of random and undesirable clothing articles and accessories in to my limited totes and later bitching at myself when I attempt to put together a remotely decent outfit once I arrive. I will achieve a lightly packed status but somehow still end up with all the amenities I need… and a few that I don’t.

………………. or, Read the rest of this entry

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