All I need is the air that I breathe
There is all manner of bike parts clogging up my shed which is already about to be de-roofed by the amount of crap therein.
I look around the house and there is paper on the fridge, bulletin board, piled on the desk. Some of these have been organized into neat folders and binders never to be used or seen in daylight again.
We moved in to this house eight years ago and there are boxes in the attic that have been opened once since they were packed at the last place.
It goes like this...
Hey a box.
I wonder what's in here...
Oh.
I don't need that right now...
but I might.
I never do.
These piles of papers are all carefully organized in a clever filing system. The papers get put on the desk. If they are really important they go on the bulletin board where they instantly disappear.
The Bermuda Rectangle.
They stay where they are put until the date goes buy then they are either...
1. put into a file (buried)
2. thrown away
I can't remember any of these ever getting thrown away.
I'm afraid if I die my family will put me in the attic.
It's not a mild fear, I'm actually terrified of the prospect of sharing the same fate as the baby toys and sports equipment stuffed up there.
I can see it now.
"Just put him up there next to those bloody golf clubs. I never once saw him go golfing. He can sit next to those things and rot until he's ready to come down and sort these stacks of papers out."
There is a TV show called Cash in the Attic where they get crap out of your attic and sell it to some shmo then they take it home and put it in their attic.
Stuff just gets passed around like some horrible game of tag until you die then your next of kin gets all your stuff.
By then they have all their own stuff.
Crap in the Attic leads to another show called Hoarders.
Some people in this house are destined for a future episode...
Presenter: So ______. Lets take a look what you have...stacks of papers... man in the attic...do the police know about the man in the attic?
______: No
Presenter: Don't you think it's time to get rid of some of the stuff?
______: Ok. How much for the dead guy in auction?
Presenter: I think you might be looking at jail time.
______:He comes with golf clubs that have never been used.
Presenter: I just need to make a phone call.
I look around the house and there is paper on the fridge, bulletin board, piled on the desk. Some of these have been organized into neat folders and binders never to be used or seen in daylight again.
We moved in to this house eight years ago and there are boxes in the attic that have been opened once since they were packed at the last place.
It goes like this...
Hey a box.
I wonder what's in here...
Oh.
I don't need that right now...
but I might.
I never do.
These piles of papers are all carefully organized in a clever filing system. The papers get put on the desk. If they are really important they go on the bulletin board where they instantly disappear.
The Bermuda Rectangle.
They stay where they are put until the date goes buy then they are either...
1. put into a file (buried)
2. thrown away
I can't remember any of these ever getting thrown away.
I'm afraid if I die my family will put me in the attic.
It's not a mild fear, I'm actually terrified of the prospect of sharing the same fate as the baby toys and sports equipment stuffed up there.
I can see it now.
"Just put him up there next to those bloody golf clubs. I never once saw him go golfing. He can sit next to those things and rot until he's ready to come down and sort these stacks of papers out."
There is a TV show called Cash in the Attic where they get crap out of your attic and sell it to some shmo then they take it home and put it in their attic.
Stuff just gets passed around like some horrible game of tag until you die then your next of kin gets all your stuff.
By then they have all their own stuff.
Crap in the Attic leads to another show called Hoarders.
Some people in this house are destined for a future episode...
Presenter: So ______. Lets take a look what you have...stacks of papers... man in the attic...do the police know about the man in the attic?
______: No
Presenter: Don't you think it's time to get rid of some of the stuff?
______: Ok. How much for the dead guy in auction?
Presenter: I think you might be looking at jail time.
______:He comes with golf clubs that have never been used.
Presenter: I just need to make a phone call.
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