Moving out...

That's right, I'm fully now living about 20 metres away from my old place. My new places is on the same block, in the same house but this one has direct bathroom access and a massive wardrobe that isn't full of mum's crap! Over the course of moving I made some executive decisions over what should be purged. Posters: most of them were from magazines, a lot of them were from random bands that I rarely even listen to. All of them, were in terrible shape (except Garbage and Tegan and Sara). I kept a handful of meaningful ones for doors only. No more teenage angst shit on walls. Clothes: No I don't want to keep stuff from 2003. Here you go good Sammy's. Books: FUCK YOU REMEMBERING BABYLON! WHY DIDN'T I BURN YOU? Empty Alcohol bottle collection on windowsill: Yeah it was big, yeah everyone knows it and could have easily had bigger. Which is what she said. Lamest thing to ever do. I blame first year uni. Poetry: Holy fucking shit I found BOOKS of the crap I had from 2003 onwards. Now I know why they had me on medication. Lmfao. I really hope none of this survived. Business cards: Was going to start a collection of places I had visited. Lost half of them, the others ended up all over my floor. Test Papers: No I don't want to see how I much I hated High School. Things that I have found that I had forgotten about: Children Collide shit - oh yeah I liked them before they were Tripple J top 100. More indie cred for me. Bam. 8 Perfect Stella Beer Glasses. HOLY FUCKING YEAH! AST101!!! awwww fresher subjects <3 700ml Baileys Mint Chocolate. YUM!? Guitar strings. Drumsticks - Trivium and Eskimo Joe. Which is more gay? So now my room is all mature and 'cutting edge modern David'. Except when mum goes through the bin and is like YOU CAN'T throw this out!!!11!!one! and hides shit back in my wardrobe...