I have a long long afternoon ahead of me. I'll be cleaning my room. -I KNOW!- Surprised eh? That really doesn't happen so often, but I'm afraid I have no choice. It's going to be tough, my room's no joke. It's a mess, but it's also my mess. I find everything I need in my own messy space and I'm afraid that cleaning up won't help so much, but it'll look more decent. I am a person that loves to accumulate stuff and it's all over the place. Even when it's properly cleaned up and "tidy", you still walk in and think: Wow how much stuff is there in here? I'm surprised my room's holding it all in. It's insane. I guess I just don't like throwing stuff away, even though more than 80% of the crap I've got in this room is useless, I still like to keep it around. Don't you? 
Please don't tell me you're neat freaks.
Might write later.
ari
 
 
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