I've been dissatisfied with the sheer volume of "clutter" I've accumulated in my nearly 26 years on this planet, and it's lately left a sour mark on my soul. At home, I'd spend vast blocks of time staring blankly at piles of disorganized records, papers, and old financial statements that:
1. I won't throw away or recycle intact since there are a few arenas of privacy I still fiercely defend in my so-called life.
2. I won't sit there and rip up so I can throw away or recycle them.
So, Zach (ever the catalyst) bought me a paper shredder earler today.
And now, six hours later, since my pile of things-to-shred has now been shredded and lies bagged in the recycling bins, I've been slowly making my way through the apartment looking for more things to shred.
Zach caught on quickly. He already said that I cannot shred his law school diploma, money, the cat, or any food.
He's such a killjoy.
Posted by James at August 26, 2006 05:29 PM