Burn, Baby Burn!

I'm kind of hot right now. Noooo, not because of any sexual nonsense. (because it's been five years and I forgot all about that shit. Mostly.) I'm all hot and bothered because I just purged myself of some clutter and it literally caused me to break a sweat. How steamy is that! Living on the EDGE, people!!

See, I have a little problem called "magazine addiction." I have subscribed to nearly every magazine on the planet and the proof has been in my living room up to this very moment. I had acquired so many magazines that I could never read them all and as a result, they piled up in "To Read" towers only to languish for months with nary a peak. For some crazy reason I decided, n my commute home today, that the towering stacks of magazines had to go. Enough is Enough!

Actually, this epiphany coincided nicely with trash-night! I was able to quickly dispose of my obsession with the knowledge that in the morning the slate would be wiped clean. Ahhh...

Hurriedly I scrambled, as if in fear of a change of heart, to dispose of the unwanted debris. Finally, all save the cooking magazines (because I'm a good Southern Lady and need to jot down a few recipes) had found a new home in my dumpster.

Regrettably, I only broke out the camera half-way through the purge. So, here is a brief glimpse into the clutter that defines my world. Enjoy.

Bwahh ha ha ha....