Couldn't you just, y'know...remember? It's a pretty memorable experience - I can remember quite a lot about mine, which I think is impressive considering I was almost too drunk to stand and smoked a joint between the first and second timesBoudica said:My boyfriend gave it to me at school camp and we used it together. I kept it for the memories lol.
Ugh, I helped my new flatmate (girlfriend of other flatmate) move in the other day, and she's the same. So much pointless, ugly bullshit that she won't throw away because it was a gift. Her ex-boyfriend gave her a keyboard she doesn't even play, but we can't sell it, it has to sit in a cupboard. There was even a hideous faux-fur blanket that she wouldn't get rid of because her sister gave it to her one Christmas and a set of purple satin pimp-sheets for the bed that she'll never use but won't throw away.Boudica said:I'm super sentimental; I refuse to throw anything out if someone gave it to me or something. I'm a sucker![]()
I don't get the whole idea of being sentimental about objects. I mean, I never throw anything away either, but that's because I'm a lazy ****...