There's something about going long periods of time without that leads to compulsive acts of decluttering (wait...did I miss a noun somewhere? Oh, silly me. I forgot to write the word "sex,"...it's been so long, it's no longer in my immediate vocabulary). There are two things that I have bought enough of to last throughout the '00 decade and that is cleaning supplies (because God knows this is a dirty decade...what with global warming and all), and toiletries. Because I am a sound ecologist, I am determined to put it all to use. If that happens, I will utilize all of my ten spray bottles of disinfectant, my ten miniature bottles of Victoria Secret fruity lotions, my two bars of natural deoderants, my three bottles of hydrogen peroxide (because God knows that stuff is hard to find), my two jars of silver cleaner, my giant bottle of Oscar De La Renta perfume, my eight million emory boards (did I tell you about the lawyer boyfriend I had who defended an emory board company?), my four trillion q-tips, all of the random bottles of light perfume (Bath & Body works type of stuff), three cans of leather protector, two tubes of body glitter, and that jar of sea salt skin scrubber that I leaves a film on my bathtub...(isn't this fascinating?).

Just for today, I can declutter.