I hate owning things

You know. Shit, stuff, junk, crap, possessions, property, chattel. Cars, pots, pans, pinecones, hula hoops, cell phones, dog toys, straw hats, scales, hair dryers, microwaves, bocce balls, bicycles, bodyboards, garlic presses, flash drives, stockings, flat irons, wetsuits, patch kits, manuals, bandanas, razors, breast pumps, glitter pens, tweezers, magazines, lawn chairs, notepads, board games, dresses, purses, GPSes, UPSes, trophies, blankets, certificates, lamps, printers, statuettes, bandages, mugs, platters, yo-yos, fans, dildos, makeup, luggage, sports bras, cribs, DVRs, doormats, water pistols, cocktail shakers, key chains, keyboards, barstools, placemats, mobiles, posters, potracks, cushions, ottomans, plants, lighters, tea balls, Sharpies, Q-Tips, Kleenex, afghans, scarves, skis, baskets, TVs, CDs, Swiss Army knives and rubber bands.

But my bedroom is cluttered as shit!

I could use a second TV, and you can't go wrong with an extra Swiss Army knife or a GPS!


:-)


Did you move recently?

I have developed a burning hatred for personal posessions as a result. If I'm not using it, it goes OUT.

:hugs:

Lots of those things I don't own - cell phones, hair dryers, microwaves, cars, hula hoops, scales, garlic presses, placemats, breast pumps, barstools, ottomans, turks, teaballs, plants, etc.

I do, however, have two laptops, two bicycles, and two dogs. Even two beds, although I live alone and never have guests.

BTW folks, the dogs and cats own YOU.

What drives me crazy is how awash in stupid little gadgets and worthless plastic shit this society is. Even if you hate shopping like I do, the shit still piles up.

...and if you want any sense of order and neatness in your life you will end up spending inordinate amounts of time picking up, arranging, storing, said crap.

Or, you end up with a garage that looks like mine...as if somebodies army had trashed the place...

:(

that I hate. Rather just not own the crap at all.

flyswatters, baby wipes, padlocks, wrenches, clothesline, leashes, candles, envelopes, tote bags, shoe polish, bathmats, styling brushes, Tiger Balm, chapsticks, dishtowels, batteries, ironing boards, wool socks, condoms, massage oil, earrings, hair clips, hemorrhoid cream, aspirin, dental floss, vitamins, blenders, crock pots, woks, coat hangers, neckties, feather boas, stocking caps, table runners, rubber duckies, back scratchers, pan pipes, Laotian temple drums, cassette tapes, bike gloves, tire irons, twine, scratching posts, Swiffers, Roombas, ukuleles, spinning wheels, surfboards, and rollerblades?

And you can never have too much chapstick: I go through a tube a week. I must be a lip-balm addict.

the temple drum found a permanent home in a Laotian Buddhist temple near Rockford, IL. It was a fixture in our household from 1974 to 1992.

I'm glad it found a good home. I also seem burdened with *stuff*: there are days when I literally try to give it away to total strangers ("Hey, you want a backpack? Yes, really. How about a few books?"). Some have suggested I hold a yard sale, but I hate the fool things. Lately I've taken to leaving it out on the sidewalk at night - if it's too big to transport - or else bundling it up and hauling it to the hospice shop.

But you'll get my singing bowls when you pry my cold dead fingers away. I thought they might appreciate a friend.

Wait... are they monkey wrenches or just the normal kind?

:P

Can I come over? :bounce:

I picked up the set of bocce balls at a yard sale for my son. He had some fun with the kids in the park with them. I got my $4 worth.

but I've watched. I did a story once on a big tournament in Monterey. Wall-to-wall Italians. I gathered that more pleasure is taken from arguing than from playing. :D

I have taken a few bowls in lawn bowling, though.

yes, it sucks :D

THEY ARE BREAKING MY LEASE for major renovations and gave me a move out date of DECEMBER 26th!!!!!!!!!! *GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

yes INDEED

my place and purge. I've gotten rid of a lot of stuff, but I feel that I still have far too much stuff. Will continue this quest until I'm happy.

Kids tend to pile up outgrown clothes and little plastic POS toys fast. He's learned to expect the occasional whirlwind through his room.

... not the state of confusion
I'll be packin' all week. x(

it doesnt matter, because there is just SO MUCH FUCKING JUNK everywhere.

A hipster culture vulture: records, CDs, books, records, videotapes, CDs, artwork, records. Every square inch was covered.

this would be it.

on the other hand she has made a lot of effort to change this.

If so, how do you feel about briefcases?

Not quite all. No dildos. That reminds me, I've been meaning to pick one up.

I like briefcases if they are filled with blues.

As the old school preacher I heard at a funeral today say to the congregation, "I ain't never seen a U-Haul behind a hearse."

Gives me something to look forward to.

I know the feeling. It's a frickin' never-ending battle against STUFF. :(

You can't beat it with a stick.

....and that's keeping things because you know someday they will be worth more than they are now. That's the curse of being an eBay dealer. I have 12,000 pieces of sheet music in the basement, and that's just the tip of the iceberg.