Look At This Stuff.. Isn't It NEAT?!

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Day 6 of 30

Today's topic of discussion? Collectables.

I have a bit of an... obsession... with collecting pilsner/beer glasses. I have an entire tote of them, unpacked, stored in the basement of my current living situation. Once I have my own world (or am a part of someone else's) I will have an entire collection ready to use! 

 When my parents go on vacations, they tend to bring be back a glass or two. When friends travel, most times they bring me back a glass from the airport, or a fun place they visited. 

 I don't remember when it started, but I do know that when the barware stores pop up in malls around Christmas time, I get giddy and have to browse. I never know what glass I'll find! Or if I am at a restaurant, and the waiter/tress is nice and I like the glass, I'll ask to take it home. 

Weird? Yup. Do I care? Nope. 

 What you collect, what brings you joy... those are YOURS. Own it, love it, and screw any haters that want to talk about it! 

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