Purgeday Thursday
(Yes I’m still calling it that)

Look, life is hard, and sometimes things get complicated and you can’t get your Thursday blog post up on time.   And that’s okay.  You don’t have to go and have a total nervous breakdown about it, because that would be something a crazy person would do.

And YOU, are most CERTAINLY not a crazy person.

So…take a look at that picture.  Your eyes do not deceive you.  What once was THIS, is now ORGANIZED BY EFFING COLOR like I live on Apartment Therapy or something.

Yeah.   I’ll give you a minute.

Clearly, I did not accomplish this myself.

Oh no.  This is the result of a totally different brand of lunacy.

Blog Readers, Meet Jessica.

Jessica has been my beloved since the fourth grade.  We used to tie dye our underwear together and planned to start a corporation called JA’MN inc. (that’s the first and last letter of each of our first names… clever clever little nine year olds were we) which would have an underwear tye-dying arm called THIS END UP while driving around in matching Little Red Corvettes.   Instead, I am a screenwriter who blogs a suspicious amount, and she is a very successful fashion designer.

Shut up Jessica, yes you are.

It also happens that she remains one of my favorite folks in the world after all these years.   And lucky me, she married a really awesome dude, and they are such crazy-ass good people that they’ll come to our house and cook us dinner just so they can see Delilah George before bed.   I mean, really.    {Also, today coincidentally happens to be her birthday, so HAPPY 30th BIRTHDAY JESS!}  Anyway, I’ve gotten way off topic, but that’s just sort of how I roll.

So Jessica came over all pumped to clean out my closet and “do outfits”, because she is a lunatic in the best way, and made me try on like, literally every article of clothing I own…which is was an intimidating amount…and then we proceeded to disagree on almost everything and had to play a giant game of Cool or Crazy on Twitter.   Which was hilariously fun and kind of made me want to clean out my closet every weekend.  {I did end up letting go of the silver jacket.}

I’ve had that shirt since High School.   She actually DID let me keep it.

She also made me take out every pair of shoes I own.   This is not all of them, but she powered through the breakdown it looks like she’s about to have.

{expletive deleted}, I hate that {expletive deleted} dog bed.

But in the end…we made some serious headway.    I mean…SERIOUS.   Everything but the Baby and the Credenza got kicked to the curb, and there’s still a bag to the right of frame filled with crap to sell.   Or…try to sell.  I dunno ~ is it worth trying to sell stuff?   Some of it is nice stuff, but that’s a whole other post where Jessica explains why she made me get rid of some of my favorite clothes.

So…how’d you do?  Did you do?  And coming this Thursday…my first post PPD DIY. I think that means something important.  I also gave two pitches in one week a couple of weeks ago.  I didn’t get either of the jobs, because Hollywood hates me, but I’m pretty sure this is some kind of big return to me milestone, as Scott pointed out when he arrived home from work today to find me DIY-ing stuff.

NOW LINK UP, SLUTS! {Do you guys get offended if I call you sluts?  I mean it totally affectionately…}

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