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ORIGINAL: GreedyTop
I am NOT an organized person. I tend to be cluttered ... VERY cluttered.
Well, yesterday I went looking for some paperwork so I could get my banking info corrected (and passport..musnt forget that *scribbles note*).  When I didnt find it where I was ABSOLUTELY sure I had put it, I checked a couple of other places where important papers tend to congregate only to discover that it hadnt migrated to any of those. I checked a few more places, before giving up for the night and going to bed.I admit that I only slept about 2 hrs (if that!). I admit that I woke RIGHT up, feeling restless, energetic, and DAMNED determined to find those papers!
I admit that (ok, dear friends..this is the scary part.. are you sitting?  And please remember the opening statement...) this searching led me to the spare bedroom (which has become my repository of "stuff I dont know what ELSE to do with!"). 
I admit I took 3 huge bags of assorted stuff that had me asking myself "now, WHY did I keep this?", "Where the hell did THAT come from/What the HELL is THAT?", and "So you REALLY NEED to KEEP it, or do you just WANT to? And how is either choice justified?" (the garbage men probably HATED me this morning.. they usually only get one mostly-filled bin.. today it was a stuffed-the -gills bin that was heavy, several HUGE construction grade bags filled, and a couple of old kitty litter tubs filled).I admit I still hadnt found the paperwork (although I DID find my old address book, so now in the process of syncing my paper addy books).

I admit that the search contiuned the (highly disorganized) storage shelving on the porch, some searching in my bedroom, and then to the living room and desk area. I understand that most people use their desk area as office space, and will often use some kind of organizational method of keeping track of important stuff like insurance, bills, and say, divorce papers.  My desk accumulates STUFF, much of which IS indeed paper, but fr the most part it's notes to myself about various stuff (which are almost never read after the writing of them), interesting articles I've printed out (well, I assume they're interesing, I usually forget to read them and when I do read them it's most often because I've come across it while digging for somethng else).

I admit that at one point, I was feeling awfully proud of myself for culling so much ( I was ON A MISSION!), and I guess there must have been some attendant feeling of being Super Woman that I was not aware of.

I admit I pulled three plastic crates in a stack from a shelf.
I admit I realized that they were rather heavy (indiviual crates, I coulda handled.. and here's where Super Woman - now better known as STUPID WOMAN!!!! -stepped up to play.
I admit that I took a step to turn and put the crates in another spot, but failed to consider that the weight of the combined crates just MIGHT alter my speed/balance/ability to control THEIR movements.

I admit that in the following tango, I TRIED to keep up with the lead dancer, but a few things made me realize I need to return to wallflower status:
I admit  that losing your balance, and jostling/shaking/ tilting your partner is a bad idea, and can leave indications of OUCHIES in odd place (have you ever had a bit of your body caught between two heavily weighted bits of hard plastic as they reconnect to EACH other??  If I'd still had a front neighbor, I guarantee I'd have woken his ass up with the shriek I let out).

I admit that had I been SMART, I'd have just let the damn thing fall (but STUPID WOMAN!!! just HAD to try...

I admit that the added insult I got from insulting my 'partner' was a seriously strained lower back (must have happened when I was tapping dancing to it's salsa (or tango?).

(I'm not a dancer, so forgive the shaky analogy.. but when it was happening, the fancy footwork I was doing made me think of a dance team gone seriously awry).

I admit that after maybe two hours sleep, the search, the dance and it's attending injuries, I didn't get a nap before work.

I admit I still havent been to bed, becasue I had to continue to search (needing the papers aside.. after my adventure with the crates - I HATE plastic crates..I'm going green, and going back to the cardboard legal file boxes, I swear! - It became a PERSONAL challenge.. a QUEST!, nay, not JUST a quest, but the DEFINING MOMENT of my LIFE!!

I admit Mr A named me similar to that during our previous dating. He said I wouldn't need a guy who could eg exchange my floors or fix my plumbing problems (at that time itw as my bath sink), he said I would be Project myself and would need a Project manager

Seriously, its not you, its either the cats or a ghost...before knowing about your ghost hunters over there I always had the desire to film me once overnight, to check on me if I sleep walk or what the heck I am doing as I so often have to search my damn glasses in the morning despite putting them always at the same place....and searching glasses when you can't see that much without them, is a hard limit However, by now I don't even bother about filming my night life anymore, as I might discover more than I ever wanted to know

I trhy this every night at present...and still it doesnt last for long...whilst sometimes my bins fill rappidly, I think I should let go more off...even when I know that I don't have that much over here actually, it just feels much due to my small flat...but I think you and my bin men would have liked each other today....as I had finally pulled myself together and cleared their overdue litterbox and binned my hover and kettle and countless boxes of dry cat food which they don't like and which caused skin problems for curry in the past...so useless cat food....so I didn't dare to watch them today when they picked it up and just napped on my sofa until they were gone

I admit, I am sooooooo sorry to hear you developed into a Holly Hope you are ok

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ORIGINAL: GreedyTop

I admit that erin's admit made THIS song pop to mind...

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ORIGINAL: sirsholly

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ORIGINAL: Hillwilliam

I admit I wonder if there is an occasion that holly does NOT have an emoticon for?

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ORIGINAL: sexyred1

I admit I am slightly jealous of everyone who is comforting each other. It would be nice to have someone to talk to, but I decided I don't like burdening people in my life with my crap.

I am having so many problems with no one to comfort me.

Sometimes it is better to be numb than to feel anything at all, I think, in order to keep going.

Sad....

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ORIGINAL: poise

I admit, you make even the sleaziest of trolls look yummy!
Ohhh..and I just noticed our avatars are color coordinated.

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ORIGINAL: SorceressJ

I admit that I am crumbling, and beginning to cave in on myself.

I admit that it wouldn't hurt so much if I was a different person, who didn't care, didn't usually claim to know better, and didn't have so much still left to lose.

I admit that all my fine words, theories, claims of solidity and strength in my life and my primary relationship, and all that other esoteric bullshit just aren't helping right now.

I admit that that's all that I have, that I humbly apologize for having to come here in this state, and that I hope the day is going better for you.

~Blessings to my friends, from a disenchanted Sorceress.~