So I have to now pack up everything (in the invisible boxes everyone promised me that are crowding me out of my room except for a small invisible passage way) and move into my new place. I am generally moving in a counter-clockwise direction around the room and have tidied/packed my CD's, my desk, my stationary and paper desk drawers, my jewellery, and today my dressing table.
I this process so far I have dug up some things that I had lost and or forgotten about and or didn't know I had. Today I found an old photo of a boyfriend. So old I think it was an out dated photo when I got it. It's an old learners licence photo and so the lighting makes his face odd. So odd in fact the photo resulted in my friends giving him a nickname behind his back - The Pretty Boy.
Anyway I pondered upon the photo and what to do with it... For it's existence serves no real purpose other than melancholy thoughts. Perhaps to loose it to find it again and ponder more. Perhaps to stash it for poking fun at The Pretty Boy (TPB) again. Perhaps to burn it and raise my crazy lady status (in fact photo's don't burn well by themselves - I tried it before).
I opted for a boring option and shoved it into a photo album of pictures just as old as it... It is however never to late for the crazy lady option... (until you have actually taken the option... then it's too late to think about poisonous chemicals in burning photograph ink and paper)
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