Tooo Much Stuff

okay something to rant about, stuff. George Carlin had it right about people and stuff. so I'm going though pushing buttons, customizing my little piece of Internet here, and i thing dude lets put a picture up (okay so the voice in my head totally didn't sound like it was from bill and ted). so i get up off the rolling yoga ball (don't ask). head up stairs to what used to be my room but is now the craft room, going to a box that should have a certain thanksgiving photo in that i adore, but noooooo. it has every other disc since then but not the one i am looking for. If the disc wasn't there that meant another box, low an behold the whole FRAKING ROOM is boxes of stuff. big boxes, little boxes, open boxes, closed boxes, labeled boxes, and you guessed it unlabeled boxes. so i decided, since there was no way i was staying up there where any zombie squirrel could get me that i would let it all out.