Getting Rid of It

Today is my last "free" day before the summer session starts at the learning center. Since I made the genius move of quitting my previous job, I don't have the summer off like most normal teachers. Now, now, ol' gal. What's done is done. You all right.

But today is my day of getting rid of stuff. I love getting rid of stuff when I'm in a slightly . . . me mood like I am today because it allows me to expend some of that . . . stuff and be productive at the same time.

Clothes, papers, just stuff. It's going. I'm telling you, if whatever hasn't been looked at in like a year, it's gone. If a certain article of clothing hasn't seen the light of day since I can't remember, it shall be extracted and expunged from my closet.

I don't have time for you, ol hangin around for no reason at all, just clinging on like a layer of dust just begging to be swiped away. I'm moving in a couple of months. I don't have time for extra baggage, extra stuff, extra nothing I don't need. You're doing nothing but holding me down, forcing me to cart you around when you contribute nothing, absolutely nothing but dead weight. You're going. You're going. You're gone.