#clutterbrain

There are 365 days in a year. A year is only remembered in bits and pieces. Remembering even the simplest of things is a struggle for me, it’s easy for me to forget things. Forgetfulness, I’m forgetting something, something important. Something important to remember that I managed to forget with this useless memory I have. Memories get stored in my brain. Stored like they’re in filing cabinets. My mother uses filing cabinets to keep her work organized. Organization is not my forte, in fact I’m so disorganized it’s a miracle my brain even works. Works. Working. What was I working on? I can’t remember what I was working on, in fact I barely remember what day it is. What day it is? There’s too many to count. Too many to count but we counted them anyways. There are 365 days in a year.

There’s Topaz the cat on her modded body.

A 8€ Gooliope that’s basically brand new who’s going on the backburner and she’s my current desk muse.

A 10€ bundle of very “well loved”* Monster High bought for the Clawvenus (she’ll probably get her own post). I think my favourite hobby activity is just getting a nasty bundle and gradually washing, destaining and untangling it all into serviceable dolls or spare parts.

*well loved. Yes that’s nail polish.