a fun thing to do is box up all your possessions so you can move some furniture around, never actually move the furniture around, and then five months later you desperately need a haircut so you're looking through the boxes and it's just like "what kind of freak owns this shit" and it's you. you're the freak
- two hairbrushes
- camping stove
- harmonica
- box of 54 wet wipes
- the butts of two clove cigarettes fai mailed to me when we were teenagers. i smoked them in the basement when everyone was gone to bed and then hid the butts in my pokemon pencil case and then just never tossed them out
- that pokemon pencil case (obviously)
- unopened bag of fancy jelly beans, expired august, all melted together
- three small dragon statuettes and two small wizard statuettes from the dollar store that closed in like 2002
- dissection kit
- all the first aid stuff i have since replaced because my friend ended up in a coma from an infected cut and i got freaked out about not having anything on hand to clean wounds (she's ok now btw)
the thing that's killing me is that i was like "it will be easy to find my clippers when i get started because i grouped like things together when i boxed them up." i started here because i knew there were hairbrushes in there so i thought this was the hair/toiletries/etc box. but it is the camping + harmonica + dollar store wizards box, feat. hairbrushes
- three packs of clove cigarettes! new and unsmoked ones this time!!!
- lifestraw
- more first aid shit
- my friend steve's childhood comic book collection (mostly dr strange)
- 650 prize tokens from the arcade at the mall that closed years ago
- blacklight bulb
- small stuffed manta ray
- journal from my sixth month long manic episode circa 2007/8
- box for a canon speedlite 244t flash but when i opened it it's just a (really nice!) case for the flash. i think this is the flash that's on my grandpa's old camera that i never got around to fixing, but also i didn't have any boxes for any of that equipment so i don't actually know how this came to be here?
- pair of gloves mom bought for fai and forgot to give to them that say "froze da det" and i'm always vexed bc it should be "froze ta det" in a proper transcription of the newfoundland accent
- crucifix i bought at st anne de beaupré circa 1999 (tarnished as fuck)
- MY HAIRCUT KIT!!!! but the scissors and clippers are both missing. ri fucking p
