the hamper
i toss my friends down the hamper with the clothes i've worn. they must come back to my closet again, but there is a possiblity that i never find them again or they might end up in my mom's or one of my sisters' closets.
if they do comeback, they'll be cleaner. but they can fade a little or get a little bigger or smaller. some tend to hang weird on the hangers. like any piece of clothing, once their washed up, they're not as new anymore. then they're are those who works like your best pair of jeans or versatile white top or comfy comfy pajamas or a watch you've spent so much on but was worth it, who'll be hanging around for a long time.
they say its stooping so low. i say its the midpoint of getting ready to start anew and brutally leaving everything behind, with no sentimental baggage.
posted by the irresistably conceited Jenni |
