Throw It Out

The fridge has a bottle of hot ketchup that my subleasee left behind. I don't want to throw it out. There are a million pieces of scrap paper. Don't want to throw those out either. I have two bottles of laundry detergent that everyone said they didn't want. Hmm. Might leave those in the hallway... in case someone else needs detergent. I also have three bottles of fabric softener.

I've taken my parent's bad habits to the extreme. I am a pack rat. I like to save things "for later." Except later never comes. In fact the only later I ever seem to get to is figuring out what to do with the stuff when I move. Wow. I've done a lot of moving this year. My university apartment -> My parents -> Nemours -> Little J's -> Oberkampf -> My parents -> Charise's -> Jays' -> Amanda's -> Ruth Ann's -> Oberkampf/Paris -> Parents -> Australia. One would think I wouldn't be such a hoarder. BF has been known to sew his shoes back together, among other things. Two peas in a pod perhaps?

On other news, I think the building across the street caught on fire.