Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Pick it up, pick it up

I live in a small apartment on the edge of a wealthy town.  Today was the annual bulk trash day.  It was the best morning jog I've ever had.  I slowed down to check out desks, chairs, computers, printers, air hockey tables, and a piece of furniture I couldn't quite figure out.  I didn't see anything worth going back for, but I tripped at least three times because I wasn't watching where I was going.
 
I am so incredibly white trash.