Day Six: Why do I have SO MUCH STUFF?!?!??!

So today I decided to go through all of my clothing and put everything I don't want/ I look like shit in/I look fat in/doesn't fit (either too big or too small) into a box to sell at a yard sale in the future. Going through every last article of clothing I own and trust me, I'm a woman, I own a fuckton of clothing, I only found like at most twenty things that actually fit me that I wanted to give away. I got rid of an entire boxload but most of it was ugly or fit me back when I was like fourteen and for some stupid reason I have hung onto it for this long. (don't ask me. I've probably got some kind of mild hoarding disease or something.) I felt bad about it. I even tried to put three more shirts in the box but then took them right back out convincing myself that since I had worn all three of them in the past six months, I ought to keep them. I have absolutely NO room for all my close in my drawers or closet. I stuffed all my drawers to the point of almost no longer opening and I've shoved as many things as I can in my closet without the pole falling down and I still have giant ass pile of clothing on the side of my room that I can't fit anywhere. I need my own place. And a new set of drawers obviously.

Anyway, I'm going to have a yardsale. And not only am I going to be selling a fuckload of clothing. I will be selling some stuffed animals, a shit ton of books I read and didn't deem worthy of keeping, purses because I have like eleven, jewelry, animal figurines that I collected for years, a fish tank (In GREAT shape complete with cuteeeeeeee rocks, a clarinet in mint condition, shooooooessssss galore, a pair of size 7 ice skates, dvds, cds, never been used binders and my body to anyone who is willing to pay a pretty penny. (I'm a pretty expensive whore. It's because I'm a ginger. We're a rare breed and we get a little fiesty in the bedroom.) If you would like to know more about this yardsale as I plan it and continue to force myself to let things go, just follow my blog, like me on facebook, shoot me a message and we'll talk, son.