GETTING RID OF SHIT

has been my primary agenda item for the past four days.

Today, the XC shrine came down. During high school, I saved every little scrap of everything that had anything to do with XC - ribbons, pictures, notes, posters, stolen race flags, dried roses, receipts, hotel card keys, medals, napkins, a package of swedish fish - everything. And I tacked it up on the wall beside my bed. All of it. Yes, even the receipts. Once, we went to this place in Arizona called Tia Rosa and I got chicken enchildadas with red sauce and I paid $9.75 plus tax and a tip.

And today, I threw the majority of it in a large black trash bag.

Ahhhhhh.

And now I'm facebook stalking people from high school and thinking, "Why is my life not as good as yours?" and kind of hating myself for it.

Looks like I have lots more shit to get rid of.

Preposition ending FTW!!!

I need to get rid of more shit.

Me thinkest I needeth to getteth rid of moreth shit.

WHY I HAVE SO MUCH SHIT?

This shit is going DOOOOWNNNN!