Really, the fact that my apartment is ONE ROOM with very little cute knick knacks (if any)...the only thing i could possibly throw out is the stupid shit he ever bought me (which i already have...the accordian GOD...) and the stupid shit i bought him that he sent back.

Beyond that, i have no choice but to accept this as metaphor...

Move the furniture around. In fact, why not move some of it right through the front door and out of your life? If we're lucky, this will get you in the mood to launch a purge of everything that no longer belongs under your roof. Maybe you could throw a Simplification Party, complete with an exorcism. Or corral your friends for a haul-it-all-away caravan to the garbage dump. I don't care how you do it, Cancerian. Just get rid of all knick-knacks, wall hangings, funny mirrors, broken dreams, balls and chains, and formerly cute mementoes that have lost their cuteness. It's time to liberate your home.