Another pair of Sambas bites the dust. These were the "hemp" styled ones from Journeys. The started falling apart a while ago, became lawn mowing shoes. Left them outside, it snowed, now they're complete trash. Bye.
Elvis guitar magnet. Part of a big set that Emily gave me (I think?). Izzy enjoyed it for a bit. Throwing it out.
I tossed this on my last day at my retail job. Dasani water bottle with name tag would be the title in art gallery. I took that minimum wage job to stay afloat. Thought I'd be there a couple months,... Continue Reading →
There was a time my house was full of crappy shelf units. For all my crap. This... Is the last one left. Well, it was. I curb alerted it on NextDoor and Craigslist, and it's gone. Actually took nearly three... Continue Reading →
Ugh. I miss New Orleans. These are from my last Mardi Gras, 2010. Don't feel the need to keep 'em.
New Year, new attempt at ridding myself of things, junk, possessions that own me instead of the other way. I got 93 days in my last attempt. Here's hoping for 365 this time around. First up is a CD. "EBP"... Continue Reading →
This one is one of the toughest. I fucking love(d) these shoes. Adidas Samba II (Jade)... They walked me through the best, and worst, parts of my life. I got drunk a lot in these shoes. I traveled a lot... Continue Reading →
I tend to hold on to everything. Clothes for too long. This undershirt, for example... Frayed edges on collar. Holes in it. Shrunk to point if belly portruding... And, now that I am going to be going to a "realworld"... Continue Reading →
A baby from a king cake. Kept as a memory. Of New Orleans, I'm guessing. A memory that faded to nothing. See ya.