monkey trashcan

well, i've been getting rid of a lot of my shit lately. clothes, knickknacks, books, hair, tweets and now my myspace. i took a bunch of my useless crap down to savers, a thrift store. i got a hair cut. i deleted all of my tweets and my myspace is as good as gone. i tried to give my beta fish and lava lamp to louise; she wouldn't take.

usually when people start to give away their shit it's a sign that they're going to kill themselves. don't fear for my life reader, i don't feel that fucked up. i just have a lot of stupid shit i don't need or can't take care of (like the fish). i just decided to terminate the early signs of hoarding.

when i went to target on saturday i almost bought a ceramic monkey trashcan holding a banana. it was twenty something dollars. the only thing that prevented me from purchasing it was that i already have a ceramic monkey holding a banana. although, to be fair, it doesn't function as a trashcan. it's like a tea pot or something.

what is a stupid waste of money is made stupider by the fact that i really can't afford to spend twenty something dollars on anything. i could barley afford the haircut so another ceramic monkey probably isn't the best use of my funds.

anyway, this incident at target was the catalyst for me to stop keeping shit i don't need. while this event has only prompted me to get rid of material things and internet bullshit, i hope it translates to me letting go of mental baggage i can't afford either.

i need a good cleansing. like a baptism. louise, if you're reading this, which you better fucking be, i think that we should drive out to the middle of a dirt lot and break stuff. i'll bring the shitty plates i made in ceramics. and you should bring a bat. and i'll bring the monkey tea pot too.