Found Beauty
For the last two weeks (fine, five days) I have been packing to prepare for this weekend’s move to a new apartment complex. It will be cheaper, smaller, and in a great part of town. I’m excited about the move, although I will be much more excited once the shit is over.
Although the act of packing sucks big donkey balls, it is fun to find hidden treasures buried deep within my piles and piles of crap. A long-forgotten children’s toy that looks suspiciously like a vibrator, several necklaces, discarded g-strings, a mini-Oreo advertisement that a dear friend sent me, black leather pants–that fit!–and then there are found items that stir up a shit-storm of emotion.
