Cleaning house.

Not so much in the sense of making the dirt go away - more a matter of making the stuff go away.

I went through the closet and pulled out everything that I am never going to wear again. This is problematic for me, because I used to read Sassy religiously and I still remember an article with Chloe Sevigny, back before she started sucking cock in movies, who said that she never threw any clothing away because it gave her more to work with for those funky, funk outfits she was always wearing. I think I've come to my senses, though, and realized that I am never going to wear funky, funky outfits like hers. In fact, it will be a miracle if I ever wear anything but sweatpants.

During this process I realized something vital: I am so over velvet. Most of the stuff I'm getting rid of is near-identical velvet items that have been worn once, if that. I am also, sadly, getting rid of my favorite dress (which I wore on the second day of college), because my boobs will never again fit into it. I just don't know when they got so big. (OK, I know exactly when, but that is beside the point.)

In conclusion, you guys are just not keeping up with the commenting as quickly as I'd like. So I'm going to do a brief roll call - if you're reading this, please leave a comment.