Saturday

...is usually spent doing work that I like. Heading to the Walworth Roads East Street food market to haggle some good meats for my mum to use in African soups and shiz.
Then I rejoice that I have time to myself to clean my room and organise my pretty things.

Then I made the mistake of lifting my bed throw up to line up my shoes quickly and I what I saw was carnage. Dramatic, yes, true ...not really. It does stress me out though, during the week I will consciously chuck clothes, books, papers (practically whatever comes my way) around knowing that they will build up and bite me in the arse one sunny day. Today was that day when I said enough is enough.

I can't liv e like this anymore - in order for me to move forward I have to clean up my shoes.
So productive...there is meaning to my life (I hear you mock) but this is hard work. It also allows me to see what I have in excess, what I can donate to charity shops and sell on Ebay. Ahhh breathe.
Spotify was my entertainment choice. A Tribe Called Quest, to be exact, made me work faster...and it made me want to see Mos Def tomorrow night : (