Get Thee to the Recycling Center!

I've always been obsessed with the documentation of things. Guess that's why I collect movie ticket stubs. Not in a orderly way (I didn't say I was obsessed with order, quite the opposite), but if I see one laying around my room I won't throw it away and I have some in my desk drawer and a ton of them at my parents' hosue. I get this whole documentation thing from my dad but I don't think my problem is as bad as his. I don't even know that I would call it a problem. I like things that are concrete. I hate reading stuff of length online because I prefer to have it in my hand. New technology kind of freaks me out and I'm scared on the end of printed texts.


Maybe its as deep as all I've just said or maybe I just have a weird attachment to magazines. There is a box of them next to me staring me down and more downstairs. I should recycle all of them. I know that. Yeah there are articles and, more so, editorials that I specifically remember but they can be found online, right? Is the Vogue with Michelle Obama on the cover worth saving for historic value? It's not like I have the only copy or something. Wouldn't future children think it was awesome to look at old Vogues and Elles from years and years ago? I sure would. I don't even want kids.





I don't think I'll miss these when they're gone. Parting is such sweet sorrow.