Dude Where's My Stuff??!?!?

So i was sitting here looking for the remote control for the fan (although i could have easily gotten up and pressed the power button), and i decided that i should really address this issue currently plaguing my life.

I'm not a big television watcher, because too much of what's on TV claims to be reality, when it's actually overproduced garbage masquerading as some one's life or a game show. When i do watch television it's either some sporting event, or A&E and TLC (the days of great television programming are dead, to be chronicled at a later date). These channels rip the scabs off the real lives of many people, exposing the ugliness of the world we live in. DISCLAIMER: I don't take pleasure in other people's misery, but I'm a realist and the world isn't full of Armenian girls with big asses, and i don't want to watch old washed up celebs (and some never weres: Latoya Jackson, NeNe, Wendy Williams) dance, or try to run a company.

So the other night while watching Hoarding: Buried Alive they showed a black single mother and son who were living like squatters in their own home. As they entered the apartment you could not distinguish what the individual rooms were. She said at one point "there's a couch somewhere under there"...O_O. The son went on to talk about how they don't have any guests over cause they are embarrassed by the appearance of their home. Imagine you go to visit your friend, sit down on a couch and discover that the family cat is dead under a pile of clothes??

It's at this point where i scream at the TV..."then clean the muthaphucka up!!". Simple enough right?? WRONG!!! I continued watching the show to completion, and then got up to get something to eat. Stubbed my foot on my gym bag, trying to avoid a stack of blu rays, a stack of magazines, and 2 empty shoe boxes...then like Tina finally did Ike in the limo, it hit me...I'm a HOARDER!!!!

Before you rupture your appendix laughing, I'm not one of those people that you see on television. Rooms and furniture are clearly distinguishable, and for the most part everything has a place. My problem appears to be that i have too much shit, in a tiny space. (I almost attached photos, but that might feed into the legend of Count De Monét -- to be detailed in another post). In the past i have donated clothes to the Diabetes Foundation or neighborhood kids to alleviate my burden and help out people in need, but magazines and movies are a lot harder to part ways with. 1) Cause i love movies (also to be discussed in future posts) and 2) i keep telling myself that i will one day go back and read these magazines that i paid good money for again...NOT!!!

I'm left with no choice at this point but to dispose of these old mags and some of these shoes boxes. To quote one of the hoarders, "i want my life back"...LOL!!! It's not nearly that bad, but you get the picture. So I'm off to clean up around here a bit while the NBA playoffs are on, so I'm out.

PS - found the remote, i was sitting on it.