Clutter and me.

Just a quick post from your computer-less Kjersti.

They picked up Spiff almost two weeks ago, and they still haven't returned him. Getting mildly worried and absolutely paranoid that someone has stolen it and that I'll never see it again. Not to mention how frustrated I am about not having my Spiff around to play with and write on. Ugh... Bad Targa people!

Another reason for really missing Spiff is that I have a new desk. The old one was only borrowed (although I am fairly certain she said I could keep it), and it was ugly anyway. So now a sparkling, light cherry (my favorite!) humongous desk with shelves is waiting for Spiffs return.
Except it's not really sparkling any more. Not after me "tidying" up my clutter and spreading it across the desk and the shelves I mean. Love is an IKEA genious and put it so beautifully together (even though it's not an IKEA desk, they didn't have any that I wanted), and it looked so gorgeous standing there all brand new. Until diseaster Kjersti struck. Man, I don't know how I do it. And why I have to save these little pieces of crap anyway? I even got boxes to hide away all the clutter, but it didn't help. There's still clutter there. Love is so eager to take a big, black garbage bag and throw it all away, I'm sure. He already threatened my Furby yesterday! How dare he, my punk Furby... Besides, the Furby has been turned off since before we went to Germany.
But I love me boxes. They're dark brown covered with faux suede, and art deco-ish handles. I'll of course show you when Spiff returns. I have so many photos to post, it's not even funny. I did find them on a CD I burned, so I might be able to post them here now before Spiff returns. Depends on what software Love has put on this computer.