I’m frustrated tonight. I’m in one of those moods where I want to just go through my house and throw everything away and start over. I don’t get in these moods often, but when I do I always live to regret it. I can’t tell you the things I’ve thrown away to simply have to turn around and replace them a week later.
A year ago my house was virtually empty. I had very little furniture, a very old television, a dog and me. Now I have a nice new widescreen hdtv, a new laptop, a new (to me) sofa, a new (to me) dresser, Peter, a dog, two hamsters, a bunch books, a bunch of movies, a bunch of stuff.
I’ve never really been a stuff person and yet I seem to be accumulating a lot of it lately. This is not necessarily a problem except that the more stuff I get, the more I want.
I want a new dog, a new kitchen, new stuff for my new kitchen. I want a cat and some fish and maybe a bird. I want a full time boyfriend.
I want I want I want….
Its like that old Meredith Brooks song of the same title. I loved that song. (Its on her “Bitch” album for those who’d like to hear it.)
This, like all of my odd moods, will pass.
I just hope it does without my having to replace my entire house.