The Rants of Mister P

I tried cleaning out my closet. These are my socks! I hate my socks. I have too many damn socks. I made 62 pairs out of this mess, and that's not counting the 40 or so strays or torn ones I'm throwing out.



These are my hangers! I hate my hangers. I have too many damn hangers. These are the left-over hangers after everything else was hung up.

I hate being disorganized, and I hate organizing. It is the ever-downward-spiraling-cycle of existance.