I live in my attic, and its full of crap. Completely. Its an absolute shitefest filled with broken lampshades im not allowed to throw out for sentimental reasons (thanks mum
((() and 20 years worth of my rubbish on the walls (st paddys day hats, football shirts, tickets, etc etc).
As well as this half my clothes rack needs to be sent to the charity shop as its too small for me now. I just moved the clothes rack to find
ANOTHER BOOKSHELF I HAD NO IDEA EXISTED
Now this would be mildly "oh" in itself apart from i recognised most of the books as mine from some point in the recent past. Even in itself, due to my terrible memory (thanks drugs) its not overly suprising that i blanked an entire corner of my room out my existance.
What is suprising though, is i found a book entitled "girls night out", which no, isnt a porn (i skimmed). And i do vaguely remember seeing it before
But i dont know why i have it. The funniest thing is, i think i got it free with something, which begs the question
what the **** did i ****ing buy to get this piece of shit?