I have bad Fung Shway. That's how you pronounce Feng Shui. I learned about it a long time ago in a galaxy far far away, but I just decided that the Feng Shui book to unclutter your house was for me. So, reading it freaks me out as I think maybe my entire life sucks and I am simply not aware of it, but if I look hard at my clutter and dust, I will discover how miserable I unwittingly am.
Feng Shui is the ancient Chinese art of....I don't know, house gadget placement? Everything means something, where you place your bed, what direction, candles in the bathroom, having a chair back to the room. It's basically a guide to how to alienate and insult everyone who ever enters your house. I enjoy that thought. Because I do not believe my stacks of clutter and mountains of dog hair insult and alienate enough people. If I work harder, I can be left entirely alone for all of eternity.
Then what would I do?
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Welcome to my nightmare. I have been told that a day in my mind would drive some people insane. I have also been told that an hour in my mind would drive the rest of them insane. Death, destruction, and weirdos are on every corner in my life. I don't mind it though, I pretty much just keep wondering how in the world it all keeps happening and I manage to remain.....well, maybe not sane, but at least I stay in the Mary range. Usually.
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- RebelAgnes
- WA, United States
- Oh, if only there was a way to explain about me.
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