A cobbled mess of poetry pieces.

[Ghoulish Delight]

Crap, are you making a Goodwill run? There are a couple white plastic bags in my closet...

[Ponine]

Originally Posted by Ghoulish Delight

Crap, are you making a Goodwill run? There are a couple white plastic bags in my closet...

In your closet? You have seperate closets??? Lucky.

[Cadaverous Pallor]

Originally Posted by Ponine

In your closet? You have seperate closets??? Lucky.

Our apt. has two bedrooms. The one we use as an actual bedroom houses my stuff, and the "computer room" has Greg's stuff. His consolation for having to go to the other room is that that one has the walk-in closet. The computer room is the master bedroom, so there's more room for socializing and storing random crap. A rather odd arrangement, really, especially now that we have the laptop in the living room, so the computer room is used far less these days.

Another exciting chapter in "read mundane details about CP & GD's life"

Here's another line fragment from my notepad:

One's reality is a prison of decisions

Nice, eh? Wish I had a poem to go with it