i have a lot of junk. most of my friends know i have alot of clothes. yesterday one of my co-workers asked me how many pairs of shoes i had. i just counted: 25 (including slippers, shoes i haven't worn in years, etc). i admit that i buy alot of stuff, but it really doesn't help that i never get rid of the stuff i don't use.

it takes me forever to clean my one-bedroom apartment. i don't think it's even considered cleaning when all i'm doing is sorting all the junk that piles up on my desk/bed/floor... into it's assigned section of the corner/closet/drawer.

anyways. while walking home last night, guess what i found on the sidewalk (where new yorkers dump their garbage). a spiffy little bowling bag... and inside?... a thousand dollars! just kidding. a bowling ball. it fits my fingers perfectly and aside from being a bit heavier than what i'm used to-- and the fact that "Serge" is engraved on the ball-- it's my new 12- (or 14-) pound baby!

i don't know if serge and i will go out and play anytime soon. he's a little too heavy to carry around, but we'll see. in the meantime, i have to find a cozy, vacant corner in which to store him.