Useless Crap.

Look at all the stuff I have!

I'm typing this on my laptop. Beside me rests my videocamera. Above that is a shelf with 200 CD cases on it. There's miPod, to my right, the stereo system to my left. Above my head is my television with six speakers strewn about the room. Two guitars in the southwest corner, all of my shoes in the southeast. A pile of DVD's is below me, and my books are all around me. My remote control car is next to my filing cabinet, on top of which rests my printer. Under my bed is a dresser which can now house only half my clothing, with the rest in various decorative arrangements about my room.

Why?

Because we are living in a material world and I am a material girl.

I'm so of when I'd much rather just be in.


Waking up is tough. Are 'morning-people' actually real?