The TV anchor earrings are gonna be given away.
The pennies will be for a day when I’m desperate for a soda from the SCARY building cafeteria and I don’t have quite enough silver change to pay for it. I won’t buy anything else down there though; the chicken wings they serve are hairy and nothing good can come from a kitchen that dishes up hairy wings. 
I packed the rubber roach in my emergency supplies box that I’ll carry with me from place to place next week until my room is redone (yes, a rubber roach IS an emergency supply item, as are my stuffed Hallmark Hoops and YoYo toys and the pink rhinestone tiara that I got in Hollywood from my voiceover coach).
As for the green Barbie shoes...everybody seems to be fighting over those so I’ve packed them away so their custody doesn’t come down to bloodshed.
The saddest part of packing was that I had to take down my collection of pictures, posts and email from message board friends, True Story listeners and assorted rock stars, soft and otherwise. I have a great job and a dream team of friends here in the office but sometimes bureaucracy and management styles can weigh pretty heavily on me. On days when it gets too hard, I look at my little collection of ‘messages from the outside world’ and remember that the universe that God has me in is bigger than the confines of some gray cubicle walls.
