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the closet of lost sporting goods

i've come to the sad realization that i am going to be the lady who lives in house with a million animals. all the affection with none of the talking.

my house will always be a mess. even if it appears to be clean, it will always seem as though it's on the verge of collapsing. Like a closet door that opens and everything comes crashing down; usually sports equipment even though no one in the house will participate in sports. They soley exist for the reason that if one did want to participate in hockey or tennis or skiiing, one would be prepared. And all of it's shoved away, begging to be of use so that when you finally do open the door and fall from the avalanche of forgotten toys and misplaced victories, the perfectly inflated basketball will drop from the top shelf (its always on top, for comedic purpose) and bop you on the head. this has been happening since man created closets and baseball mitts.

and here you thought it was just Mr. Belvadere.

6:21 p.m. - 2005-05-16

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