I skirt between being a total neatfreak and a pac rat. It's at this transistion where I feel impending doom. Jeans, sweatshits, and mis matched tights are piled all over the floor and bah I have to sort through all of them. =_= My two uncles from cambodia are finally immigrating here so we have to clean the whole house from top to bottom and now I have to (literally) muck my way through the piles of clothing I never really wear. It can be kind of cool. I find things that I haven't worn in years (like this bizarre celtic robe) and things I can't beleive I ever bought (this ridiculously shiney over the top glittery jacket that looks like gold was vomited all over it. All in all this will take a while. I can't remember the color of my floor.
Show me a person who has never made a mistake, and I'll show you somebody who has never acheived much-Joan Collins
