Hey Hemet..image...have I told you that I wuv you today?

This thread has me laughing at myself too...remembering how terribly naive I was to this all. My x lived in a little loft thing over a storage building. When I finally was invited to come over, there was NOTHING in the kitchen. No food, no pots, no drinks, etc. Except in this one cabinet, there sat a huge ass role of aluminum foil!! I can remember thinking, huh what does he have foil for there's nothing here to cover up or cook?

He always had cut up straws laying around and gutted out pens too. He would try to hide them under the mattress of his futon (this is years later), and they would always fall out and around his extensive porn collection.

Oh yeah, and there was this bag that he always carried. I hated it because he was sooooo possessive of it. If he went to take a bath or whatever, the bag went with him. Knowing now, there was usually a flicking sound...coming from a lighter. I HATE that noise. Well, *Randi* knows now what was so important in that frkn bag!!!