The process of getting rid of most of my belongings has begun, and I have to say that I’m a bit surprised at how much crap I’ve accumulated in the five years I’ve been home. I should’ve realized I’d gone off the deep end when my brother and sister-in-law came for a visit, noticed I’d purchased a nice set of martini glasses and squawked, “Oh my god, she’s nesting!”
At any rate, there are quite a few things that I’ve either purchased or that have been left at the house by old roommates and are up for grabs.
First on the auction block we have this beautiful vintage couch!
(Rob and Marsh; both photos are of an old but well-maintained couch in my living room)
No, no people, not old…VINTAGE!
Do I hear a hundred dollars? Fifty dollars? Ten Dollars? A dollah? Oh c’mon, how ’bout fiddy cent then? No?
Well plllttttt, alright, I’ll just give everything away then. The couch is actually super comfy and in great condition, however old it actually may be.
The coffee table in the picture is up for grabs as well, and has a smaller, matching table to go with it. The dark green lamp has a twin and they’re also free to a good home. Also up for grabs is the entertainment center. I’d give away my television, but erhm, I’ve never owned one. Cappuccino machine anyone? Toaster? Microwave? Dishes?
I also might give away the first real adult bed I’ve ever owned, and although it’s nothing special, it’s only two years old and in great shape.
(Rob and Marsh; just a boring picture of my double bed)
I refuse, however, to part with the desk my father hand-made.
(Rob and Marsh; photo is of my beloved desk.)
And although I know many of you covet the squirrel, I have to give my sincerest apologies, because like it or not, Lightnin’ stays with me.
(Rob and Marsh; 1st photo is a close-up of Lightnin’, and he’s not exactly pretty with his ratty, nappy-arsed tail! The 2nd photo was taken from further away, so’s you can see Lightnin’ in the grand scheme of things, and erhm, he doesn’t really fit in! )
Yes, yes, I know he was at first showcased for a laugh, but how could I not grow attatched to a gift given to me by an oddball Indian reservation campground maintenance man/ameture taxidermist?
I mean really, how callous do you think I am?! Sheesh!