• one placemat. we just don't use them all.
• a bunch of small paper napkins. these are just annoying.
• two large tubes body lotion. too fruity.
• one bottle face cream. no, i'm really not ever going to start an evening skincare regime.

• three coasters. pretty, but prone to falling apart.
• one photo cd. we are fresh out of cd drives.
• one old dishtowel. surprisingly appealing despite the stains.

• six bottles of tempera paint. paint surprisingly usable considering its age. 

• a box of green paperclips. so bright.
• a box of random hardware. so useless.
• a bright pink jewelry bag. so empty.
• a flowerpot. so ugly.
• a pair of socks. so worn out.

• twelve bottles of nail polish. we're boring, i know.

• a big glass block. i made it. so i can throw it away.
• a fragment of a story i wrote. boring.
• another air conditioner remote control. i can't believe they make these.
• a small tub of body butter. which seems to have gone off.
• a key. no idea what it might unlock.

• a zylophone and its striker. this brings up precious memories, but the thing itself is not important.
• a bag of plastic knives. where are the forks?
• a stack of plastic cups. no keggers here.