Another thing nobody told me about, like currywurst, is this fantastic place called the Container Store. Go ahead, laugh, as you have all been conspiring to keep it a secret from me for years. While everyone else has led perfectly “containered” lives, I’ve been suffering in an agonizing distopia of poorly containered closets, shelves, cupboards, and subconscious. But the secret is out…and soon I too will have a container for everything: my libido, my thoughtlessness, my irrational ambitions, my procrastination, and my gravitationally ignorant idealism.

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