13 Aug 2007, 5:03 pm
13 Aug 2007, 6:33 pm
-a paper rocket my daughter made me
-coaster
-bottle of water
-a stack of childrens library books, mainly the Berenstain Bears collection
-a lamp
-two framed photos of my daughter - one as a baby & one as a toddler pulling apart a cotten ball 
-box of tissues
-my pajamas
-a small heart shaped pillow that says "I Love You"
Icarus_Falling
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13 Aug 2007, 6:59 pm
13 Aug 2007, 7:04 pm
I cant tell where my bedise table is anymore 
or if there ever was one
I have my guesses its just a box or a crate 
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13 Aug 2007, 9:09 pm
Ana54 wrote:
I don't have a bedside table, really... the tiny room at the YMCA I share with my mother just has one with a drawer with no bottom. In the space at the bottom is food bank food-- cans of green beans, cans of cream corn, a packet of coffee grains, a can of beans with tomato sauce, cans of other kinds of beans, a can of Campbell's chicken soup, a can of chicken noodle soup, a can of tomato soup, one or two cans of sliced potatoes, maybe other food as well that I forget. Some of the stuff is on the floor in front of it, because I was looking for particular stuff and was too lazy to put it back properly inside the bedside table.
On top of the bedside table (which is actuially at one end of my bed) is my closed suitcase full of some of my clothes from my dark purple and dark red wardrobe, my stormy blue and sandy brown wardrobe, my white wardrobe, my gray wardrobe, my black wardrobe, my bright flashy wardrobe, and my frilly pink and purple wardrobe. Inside a pocket in the suitcase is a pink pearl necklace and bracelet that wouldn't fit in any of my fishing-tackle boxes and my crazy meds (Seroquel and generic Celexa) and literature that came with them about managing depression and all that. My suitcase also has some wet clothes spread out on top of it to dry.
You guys are wierd, but I'm wierder.
On top of the bedside table (which is actuially at one end of my bed) is my closed suitcase full of some of my clothes from my dark purple and dark red wardrobe, my stormy blue and sandy brown wardrobe, my white wardrobe, my gray wardrobe, my black wardrobe, my bright flashy wardrobe, and my frilly pink and purple wardrobe. Inside a pocket in the suitcase is a pink pearl necklace and bracelet that wouldn't fit in any of my fishing-tackle boxes and my crazy meds (Seroquel and generic Celexa) and literature that came with them about managing depression and all that. My suitcase also has some wet clothes spread out on top of it to dry.
You guys are wierd, but I'm wierder.
I know about the tiny room in the YMCA in Turtle Bay, in Manhattan, New York City, New York, USA that I lived in for 4 months. There was a swimming pool in the basement and an AA meeting every noon. I kept my ice cream pints out on the windowsill when I had ice cream. I did job interviews in the tiny phone booth on the floor above mine and would be interruptedby groups of young Japanese tourists wearing only white towels coming out of the shower rooms down the hall.
[snark]oh, good times, good times [/snark]
13 Aug 2007, 9:42 pm
