I wish i could describe to you the amount of stuff i have. It’s unreal… well, the unreal bit is that i refuse to leave anything behind when i move from one place to another. And the worst part is that mum bitches me out about it constantly when she’s been known to bring a car full of stuff with her for a three-day vacation. I’m simply very materialistic and it has an effect on the things i consider essential to my life. Before anything else, i need my computer, because every piece of important information is on it. Next comes my guitar (which is equivalent to my sanity). After that it’s a mish mosh of CDs, important papers, and clothing. I have quite a bit of all three, though i certainly know plenty of people with CD collections dwarving my own.