It has been more than one year since I started living with her. And almost 9 months since I realized that something was wrong. And 4 months since she finally moved out the day before my birthday (one of the best birthday presents ever).

Last week, Ray and I were sorting through all the assorted junk that people were storing in our house. To my chagrin, I discovered a bag of unfinished shampoo/conditioner. I have a mentality of neverwasteanything. But I couldn\’t bring myself to use it. So I was caught in a paradox of i might use it someday until I discovered a woman\’s cry for help. Normally, I ignore such pleas (Berkeley has made me very heartless), but I so impatient to get rid of things that I automatically e-mailed her asking whether she wanted half-finished laundry detergent, shampoo, conditioner, and a large winter jacket. And why not?

Red cross says not to donate anything, because having material goods will take too much effort to sort. So here we go.

EDIT: i got a response from her and it wasn\’t along the lines of thank you thank you. It was just a line of beggars can\’t be picky. I am not sure if I am overanalyzing things, but I don\’t want to give her any contact information beyond my e-mail address. I asked her whether we can meet in a mutual place, like say on Forbes/Murray. She tells me that she needs my address so that she can mapquest it. Then she asks for my phone number. EH? What is YOUR phone number? What is YOUR address?