I tried to be anorexic once

... i lasted about 3 hours.

Sigh. That was one of my favorite jokes in high school. And college. Who am I kidding... I still probably use it once a week. But the eating disorder I would like to make light of this evening is not actually anorexia. It's bulimia.

Bulimia nervosa
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Bulimia nervosa is an eating disorder characterized by recurrent binge eating, followed by compensatory behaviors. The most common form—practiced by more than 75% of people with bulimia nervosa—is self-induced vomiting, sometimes called purging; fasting, the use of laxatives, enemas, diuretics, and over exercising are also common. The word bulimia derives from the Latin (būlīmia) from the Greek βουλῑμια (boulīmia; ravenous hunger), a compound of βους (bous), ox + λῑμος (līmos), hunger.

And after 27 years of binging...

I'm due for one big. ass. purge.

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Luckily, I am not talking about vomiting. Or pooping.

I am talking about paper and prose. You know... books.

This is my vice. My inner pack rat.

Anything that has to do with the written word, I KEEP it. Especially if I happened to be the one to write it down, or someone wrote it down specifically for me.

... it is not surprising to discover that I feel a little weighed down by all of this.

So over the past couple days, I have been going through my desk, book shelves, cubbyholes, storage containers and cardboard boxes... and I truly believe that collectively, paper makes up of over 75% of my material possessions.

That canNOT be healthy.

So. In celebration of my upcoming move to Boston, I am trying, quite literally, to lighten my load. If you are interested in receiving a random assortment of awesome reading/writing crap I don't want anymore, please leave me a comment below. Or, if you are far away, feel free to email me your address.