for whatever reason, since i was a kid i've had a hard time throwing certain things away, like ticket stubs and old birthday cards. but the hardest thing was always wristbands. still is. i used to wear them until they fell apart. sometimes they'd last months. lately, i've developed a different part of my brain that doesn't care about saving wristbands and i have that part of my brain sneak up on me when i'm not paying attention and take off the wristband. also, that part of my brain has a funny australian accent and always tries to get me to go to the kangaroo part of the zoo. when i take him, he laughs and laughs.