Tuesday, July 26, 2011

T Out

Man, I haven't been on here forever.  And when I say "forever" I mean over a year.  Jesus. I keep thinking, "I should get back to blogging" but then never do.

Is blogging even a thing anymore anyway?  I feel like everybody is all tweet or nothing.  Nobody wants to read anything more than a line. I guess it doesn't really matter anyway. It's not like I have a million followers or really even do this for anybody's entertainment at this point.

So, that said ...

I moved fairly recently and in doing so made me realize that I really need to streamline my crap a bit. I have boxes of junk that I moved (some of which was moved at least once already) that I need to go through and more than likely purge.  At least 80% of it can probably go.  Really 100% can probably go but you know, some of it has emotional ties or sentimental value or maybe even real value (someday -- at least in my head) or whatever so I need to sift through before just throwing it all in a dumpster.

One thing I have a lot of is T-shirts. Too many. And T-shirts often have odd sentimental value to me. But they get thin and ill fitting and stained and stretched out. Despite all that I often want to keep them. But I'm telling myself to cut the ties and get rid of them. So some are going. A little at a time. Usually they get one last retirement tour -- a day on the town before they disappear to wherever T-shirts go when they die.

So here's the first of (hopefully many) to be sent off to T-shirt heaven (or hell):
$2,100 a month and all I got was this lousy T-shirt
When I signed my lease at Stuyvesant Town back in September of 2002 this was a welcome gift from the management company. A nice, new apartment, a new direction in life AND a new T-shirt. Excitement was high and I like to reminisce of that day and those times that followed.  But it's time to go, PCV-ST T-shirt.  It was fun while it lasted.