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I am very, very excited for the Olympics to start tonight. I don’t know why, but something about the Summer Olympics get me all kinds of crazy.
Especially when cuties like this are in teeny-tiny bathing suits.
I hope he kicks Phelps ass…..
Anyways…. while the Opening Ceremonies are DVR’ing, I will be in a U-Haul preparing for a roommate of the male species to invade my pretty, single-lady apartment.
I decided that to prepare for this, I should go through every drawer and every inch of my closet to “clean things out” and make more space for the two of us. I am generously giving the master closet to him, and said I would keep my clothes in the guest room.
{this actually isn’t that generous… I feel that no man understands getting dressed on a Friday night with 15 dresses thrown all over the room, and keeping him as far away from it as possible is fine with me}
As of yesterday afternoon, this is where “cleaning” the guest room had gotten me.
seriously, this was after 2 hours of getting rid of things.
I’m in my own personal hell.
And I am officially a hoarder.
After filling up 6 bags for goodwill, and 3 bags for friends, I feel like I haven’t even put a dent in it. I realized that I couldn’t bear to part with clothing I haven’t worn since 2002 and will most likely never wear again.
A shirt I havent worn in 10 years?
Old T-shirts from frat parties?
My 6 pairs of cheerleading sweatpants from high school?
My favorite pair of jeans that would never fit me ever again,
even if I was put on a feeding tube for 6 months?
No!!! I couldn’t possibly!!!! I need these things shoved under the bed in storage bins at all times!!!
What is wrong with me??
I ended up chugging wine with girlfriends last night to forget about it for a few hours, and came home to this note at the top of the stairs.
I suppose throwing out half my crap and coming to terms with my hoarding will be worth it.
and now I’m at this point
off to pick up a U-Haul and continue the process…..
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and then drink copious amounts of alcohol on the porch.
{and pretend I am not a hoarder.}
Happy Weekend 🙂
xoxo
Wait… where is your bedding??? Ok so excited for you guys. xo
You are hilarious. Speaking of jeans that will never fit, I keep a pair from Abercrombie that are a size 2 (in the real world what is that? a 00?) any how. Like you, I'd have to get the plague, mono and have my jaw wired shut for them to fit again.
You have pointed out that i may also be a hoarder. so now I will go drink too.
hahahaa!! I know exactly how you feel. Whenever I move, I realize how big of a hoarder I am and no matter how much I give away, I feel like my junk magically multiplies. What a sweet note to come home to!! So cute!!! Have a great weekend. So excited for the olympics!! xoxo
Hahaha I know exactly how you feel, my closet and drawers are so scary right now- I need an intervention! That's fun that you're having the boy live with you 🙂 Let me say that after 4 yrs of living together and being together for 9 yrs he still doesn't understand the need to pull 1000 things out of my closet to get ready or actually anything that girls do, but it's still a lot of fun!
I just told my boyfriend that you gave your man friend the master closet…he says that's a fantastic idea and maybe I should do the same so he can stop tripping over all of my shoes and clothes! haha Good luck!!
I have a storage trunk full of clothes that "have too many memories attached to them" to throw away. And, like you, I still have that pair of jeans that will never. ever. fit again.
You're not alone. Stay strong, sister. 😛
the champagne cooler is clutch… i totally went through this same thing when j and i moved in together. it's crazy how much piles up! but yay for making that step and getting through the hoards of clothes 🙂