my pile of junk

this is my desk where i work, read, surf facebook, etc. this is my loveable pile of junk. everything means something, everything has a purpose for being there. my new ridiculously red nail polish, my church history text book, my postcard from seville, my ever-constant glass of water, my ice cube tray which is actually an emotionally-charged metaphor (not kidding), old allergy medication --> everything is here. and i'm terriby fond of it all.