Where's my white collarless shirt from Fred Segal?

Oh, Clueless. Oh, Brittany Murphy. 

We live in a 55 square meter apartment (592 square feet) and oh have I ever mentioned that German (or maybe European, not sure) apartments rarely have closet space and actually more importantly, my German apartment does not have closet space? I mean legit closet space. Not a wardrobe that stands brutishly yet awkwardly in the corner.

Anyway.

Today (or maybe tomorrow sometime) I will clean out my figurative closet. I shall rid my closet from things that:
1. I haven't worn in 1 year.
2. confuse me
3. are only wearable under 3 or more conditions (i.e. it's raining, I'm wearing yellow shoes, I'm going to a religious ceremony of some sort and my hair is down. That kind of thing.)
4. fail to place me in the 20s age bracket
5. I bought during the months of September 2008-April 2009 in desperation since I only came to Germany with one suitcase of summer clothes.

I've already done this with my shoes and Bastian walked into the apartment and said, "Wow! We have so much more space now!"

This might be an exaggeration. Or it might not.