so i found my tags... which is good... they were hiding in the middle of a pile of junk papers...

see, my mother has a tendency to hand me lots and lots of random papers that i don't need... she rips out articles from the newspaper about how much people make in certain proffessions, so that she can remind that i'm going to be poor since i chose not to follow in her footsteps and become a doctor... and articles about car accidents, to remind me that i can't drive...

she hands me the endless pre-approved credit card advertisements that i'm never going to go for, let alone open...

she hands me 'to-do' lists written on the back of junk mail, opened and emptied envelopes (trash), old stickless post-its, ripped off corners of paper towels, and whatever else she can find...

she hands me numbers and letters and trash and junk that i'm never going to go through because most of it i never, never use...

and yet, this one day, she decided to put one of the most important things in the middle of one of these piles... praise God i didn't just throw it all away... but now i still have to pay for the ticket...

my room is currently filled with piles and piles of the junk that she's handed because i'm afraid to throw it away, lest there be something terribly important in the middle of one of these piles, however, for some reason, it's unusually hard to get up the gumption to go through a seemingly endless pit of junk... so i guess what i'm saying is... it's all my mom's fault! i accept NO responsiblity... i've learned NOTHING from this experience... except that one woman's junk may contain another woman's treasure...