My closet is my own personal nightmare. I call it Closet II: The Closeting: When Things Own You. It’s just a giant pile of misshapen cords and hot nonsense. The tipping point for me came a few weeks back when I actually needed one of these cords somewhere in that giant pile and I could not find it for the life of me and had to go buy another one. “Oh,” I thought to myself, “there is only one reason I keep these things around and that’s because I might need one of them in the future, but here it is, the future, and I had to go buy one anyway because I have so many that I couldn’t f***ing find one.” So, yeah: Marie Kondo up in this piece.
Anybody need a bunch of cords?
Adam over and out.
