when the clutter disappears or is at least shamed to a minimum my life is wide open. i tell myself each time i do a hurricane house cleaning that i will change my habits and try to leave all detritus out side. yea, yea, bullshit...it doesn't work. i'm too excitable and spontaneous and love to drag shit around and look at it. how come i can go over to say, robin's house, and she never, ever has a bunch of crap laying around? everything is always in it's place and nothing new is ever there. me, i bring in nature, thrift store junk, papers from god knows where...and before i know it the Clutter Queen has returned. damn it.
forget it, i'm going to get another glass of wine and put on Moby.
