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Too Much Stuff

I have complained before about owning too much stuff.  Unable to throw things away.  Yesterday was no exception.  I moved more stuff into the Malibu house from Hollywood and find it impossible to let things go.  Throw things out.  Dump the junk that in some cases I have dragged twice around the world.

It amazes me that I have now sold over thirty works of art and you really would not notice the difference.  Every spare space on every spare wall is covered with art.

I have just one small box of knickknacks that I have left on the drive waiting to be sold when in fact they need to be thrown away.  I need that TV intervention show where kindly looking therapists gently pull ‘precious’ things away from me and throw them into a dumpster/skip.  I am not, obviously, a 3rd degree hoarder but my inability to let things go one might use, at this crucial time with Jake,  as a metaphor.

What’s the difference between shame and embarrassment?  I am embarrassed by the things crammed into my cupboards, closets and wardrobes.   Under the stairs I keep an archive of every film and theatre project I ever worked including two 35mm prints of AKA.  I attempted to donate this thorough personal collection to the Outfest Film and Television Archive but at the last moment did not get around to.

I have a shelve, a rather deep shelve, in the kitchen where I have put things that I know need to be thrown away.  Every time I open the cupboard door these things look at me pathetically, ‘please don’t throw us out’ they plead.

All this stuff from Hollywood fucks up the aesthetic.  Cluttered, overwhelming and all the wrong colors.  I am trying for less and all the time have to deal with more.

Yesterday Ashley and I cooked dinner for Frank and Stephen.  Delicious. Both Frank and Stephen didn’t know what St Tropez was.  I was mildly shocked. The Architect text messaged me asking, in lieu of dating, if he could be my slave.  I am considering my options.

I am so happy that Ashley lives here.  She brings such verve and life to the house.  This Sunday she is inviting friends over for lunch, it’s going to be a great deal of fun.

Yesterday I realized that in the post Malibu Hill Billy from last December was the first time I heard from Jake.  Compare the lightness and optimism of those early posts.  I wish I could reclaim that mood.  I will eventually.

I have a date for my operation.

6 replies on “Too Much Stuff”

So glad you have a date for your op Duncan. It may coincide with Alfie, my black cat’s date for having his balls removed. Last night Rosie (his sister) was laying on the sofa like a porn star and Alfie just straddled her. Poor little sod. I dont want to do it but I have to. Rosie will also be ‘done’ same day. So let ask God to heal you all soon and most important heal your mind as that cross eyed git is really fucking your head up.
Just try …. try harder. Think of something funny every time he comes into your head.Something funny that does not include him. You prbably didnt laugh much when you were with him. I have studied his face. He is a selfish, unfeeling man who will spend his life being a barnacle on the arse of some poor sod like you.
Be well.
Loving thoughts
Jenny

hahahaha Just saw your blog…

FYI – You did not say St Tropez, you said something else AND in your english accent which it makes it even “easier” to understand. hahahahha
I am actually amazed at your ability of grasping the positive parts about a great evening 😉 haha

That is indeed a great picture of Willie.

Dear Frank, my accent and your bad ears. We can have a relationship made in heaven. The dinner and the company was great. I loved having you over. I will see you today. xx

Tyler Durden: Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions.
Ha ha …

Oh my god that dog Willie is the cutest thing I have ever seen and I wish he were mine! I want a dog almost as bad as I wanted children.

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