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Deep Thoughts While Marie Kondo-ing
The “Tidier-In-Chief” has become a verb.
DAMN that would look good on me if it fit. Keeping.
Cute! I totally forgot about this! Joy!
Oh Hell naw. What was I thinking?
Oy, this was expensive. But I haven’t worn it in 12 years. Later.
Oh man, but my sister gave me this.
Ugh. No.
What was I thinking, ordering clothes from Groupon?
WTF am I gonna do with all these hangers?
Dang I wear a lot of black.
Oh wait, this is from Groupon and I love it.
But his heart was in the right place when he gave me this. I just can’t.
Why do I have two of these?
I’m going to force myself to wear everything I keep.
Oh, I like this. Wait, there’s a hole in it.
My God, I loved this. Thank you for your service. Goodbye.
I could sell this on eBay.
Doesn’t spark joy, but utilitarian. Keeping.
That is fuckin’ CUTE!
I need to wear more red.
This will spark joy, after I lose 20 pounds and it fits me again (repeatedly).
Oh geez, this one still has tags on it. I’ll still never wear it. Bye.
Shit, I need new clothes.
I need a drink. Or a nap. Or both.
I hope the Salvation Army will take all these bags.
Oh my Goodness, look at my beautiful and orderly closet.
<preening>
Thank you, Marie Kondo.
<opens next closet door>….
