When I first started writing, I kept every magazine that my name appeared in. That was a really cute idea, the first 300 times. When the magazines started taking over my office, I bought a Closetmaid mini-shelf, turned it sideways, and used it to corral them. Then I ran out of room on that shelf.
The responsible, Trashed-inspired move would be to get rid of some magazines. Instead, I bought a bigger shelf and got rid of this one. But I swear, I'm working on moving my clips into binders so I can whittle down my stash of magazines. Until then...
DESTINATION: My cousin Kristie's new apartment, unless she just took it to humor me and has secretly thrown it away.
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