I started this year off with a string of resolutions. Yes, you're right, those irresolute structures which are meant to be followed and generally enrich you as a person. Whatever. Not like I've managed to hang on to any of these resolutions through the years; but I was hoping this year would be different.
The first thing anyone notices when they walk into my bright purple room are the bookshelves. Admittedly, when they were first assembled, they actually looked like they were made for a single purpose, to hold books. Nowadays, don't be surprised if you see a random elf poking his nose out of a corner of said bookshelf, or even a bunch of shoelaces prodding their way through this infinite abyss. In simpler terms, it IS, INDEED, a mess. And a big fat one at that.
It's Shameful. I need to clear, read and move on; instead of buying and hoarding.
Know what I mean?I bet you do.
