
Red High Heels
Ok, so Sexy Ass it SUCKS that you got stuck on your balcony. I laughed, but that's not the point. I have no doubt that as you hurdled your body onto some random neighbor of yours you were thinking "I hope I don't get grass stains because those are a BITCH." Regardless, I am sorry you got s
tuck and don't have a hide-a-key.
tuck and don't have a hide-a-key. I, on the other hand, recently removed my own hide-a-key. Why you ask? Well, contrary to my dear friend I am unable to climb to my balcony - as I live on the 19th floor - so getting stuck is not a problem for me. However, my roommate recently finished moving out the last of her stuff and there is something about a BIG condo and little 'ol me by myself with a hidden key for the taking that is not appealing.
At least not yet. Ask me again on a Saturday when my keychain feels "too chunky" in my clutch.
Not the point. The point is that my roomie moved out and took half our condo with her. That being said, I just spent the last two hours re-org-ing the kitchen. This entire move-out is going to end up being a much more extensive project than I thought.
I can tell you this: sometimes moving things around makes a room feel brand new. Bored with your closet? Try re-arranging it. It might help freshen up your perspective, and also remind you of clothes you forgot you had.
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