Stop having a hording personality, nahhhhhhh fuck that. The shit I collect is too rad to stop collecting.
I’m moving out of my current house to move in with Bianca at a killer place in January. I’m pretty psyched for it. So many knick-knacks, figurines, records, books, cds, games, movies and collectibles stuff will fill the place. Fucking huge place for much cheaper rent. Between us we have so much art, posters and shit to fill the walls (also many shelves).
Jaws will be dropped when people walk in. heads on swivels looking at shit like my current room. Dunno how she’s gonna take to me having militaria shit and punk/metal flyers all over the place, but there is going to be my massive stereo (so many fucking speakers, i think maybe 6 big arse speakers now) /record set up in the living room.
Trying to work out where to put shit is going to drive me mental, she thinks I have some slight OCD about my needing to put things in their right spot and categorise everything in sections, and checking locks at least 4 times before being able to be satisfied, so I’m going to go bonkers trying to put things in the right spot, can’t really argue…it gets worse as you get older.