I've been asking myself lately- "Why do I have 22 keys on the key chain that I carry around everyday??"
I've always had a janitor style key ring and it was funny for a while but when you start to acquire back problems due to the weight it gets a little less funny.
Let the purging begin!
In the above section of the ring is a key to an EX-boyfriend's EX-car, two keys to the house that my parents sold a year ago and a key to an old Chevy Cavalier that hasn't been around since the Clinton administration. That's only a slight exaggeration. Begone with you!
In this section are two work keys and I have no idea what the rest are. Old practice space keys maybe?
No clue about any of these. In the garbage they go!
Ahh! So much better. I got rid of 11 out of 22 keys. It feels like total freedom.
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THIS IS NOT CUTE ANYMORE
Wednesday, June 25, 2008Posted by Bel Air at 10:08 AM 5 comments
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