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September 26, 2009



Please come to Vancouver and teach my boyfriend all the wisdom you have learned about clutter and stuff.

Until I secretly three the excess out, we had four cheese graters. FOUR. Now, I know I brought one into the household when we moved in together. So unless they're self-replicating, he had three.

Who the hell needs THREE cheese graters?


Um, that should be "Until I secretly THREW..."


When Tom and I eventually make our way up north to Vancouver, I'll definitely give Champ some wisdom on decluttering. Now, if the cheese graters are self-replicating, you should get out of the house right now, 'cause that means you are trapped in the beginning of a crappy SyFy movie "Killer Graters".

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