Soul Purging

I am purging my soul of my past self by cleaning out my room and selling my junk unsuspecting people who really don't want the leftovers of my life in their house, but are compelled to buy it because it's cheap and they'll never find another one like it. Wee-hee, what fun! I'm taking a break at the moment to blog. Hmm, can you tell?
I've gotten through most of the hidey holes where I stored the junk I didn't actually use and didn't want to see ever again unless by some miracle I needed it for something. All I have left is this corner by the desk and the bottom drawer of my dresser. Oh, and that bookshelf, but that's not a hidey hole that's a "throw crap there and for get about it."
I am wearing a hat.
I have so much stuff to send to the garage sale! And what doesn't get sold I'm going to burn! Muhahahaha! Burn! BURN! I tell you, BURN! Mein herz brennt . . . but only the dried and shriveled part of it that no longer functions and is in the way. I'm goin' fung shui on that baby! Hi-ya!
Woo, in a good mood today. I wonder. . . I'm considering posting pictures of my friends and stuff. Mostly they'd be pointless pix, because I don't actually carry a camera around with me all day long, but hey *shrug*.
Oh, I give in. I will. This is Brady:
Dang why isn't this working! One more time.
You know what nevermind. If this stupid thing doesn't want to cooperate then neither will I! Hmph!
Anyway . . . soul purging, right. I'm gonna do my room black and white mod along with the blue I already have. I want like black and white checkered carpet too, but that seems a little unlikely. I'm thinking circles and really . . . what's the word I'm looking for here? Modern, I suppose, but that's not exactly right. Ah, well. You catch my drift. I'm gonna go back down there now and toss more junk into trash bags.
---Have you carried the weight of another? For how long? Something something takes to recover? For how long?