either i have too much stuff or… well, i guess i just have too much stuff. there is no way to possibly fit all that i have into a room that i’m sharing. thus, i left some of what i own at home when i moved to my apartment. but now that i’m moving back, i can’t seem to find room for what once had room. and in trying to make room, i’m upsetting a number of people, namely theodore. i know i have to respect his needs and his preferences, but am i due the same respect? i’d go into detail, but you’d have to grasp a deep understanding of the size and layout of my room. so let’s just say that they way josh wants things leaves me with enough room for a bed and… nothing. i don’t need a desk or whatever, i don’t need a wall devoted to my guitars and the stacking of my amps, but i’d like to keep them somewhere. it looks like i’m just gunna have to move into the garage. and for those of you who know the terror of pittsburgh winters and those of you who understand the fragility of musical instruments, you know that means trouble.

too many buccis, not enough house.

or maybe it’s just too much of my ego. i just want somewhere to put my stuff…