OMG I'm DEAD
I'm never moving again in my LIFE. I have so much SHIT, all my friends will HATE me, I'm TIRED and I still have so much to DO.
I'm going to join a CULT and rid myself from all my worldly possessions, I'm not gonna own ANYTHING except the spirit of my SOUL and then... I'll die of boredom, probably, but at least I won't have to carry so many BOXES. OMG. Also I'm gonna write random words in CAPS for the rest of my LIFE, because it's AWESOME.
Ze very tired German who still hasn't packed up everything and I just want to SLEEP dammit. Argh moving sucks. But oh, how awesome will tomorrow night be, the first night at my new place... *sigh*
ETA: I could be done by now, all that's left is my stuff in the bathroom, but once again my brilliant scheme is thwarted. Roomie and girlfriend are inside, doing God knows what and I WANT TO PACK MY STUFF, DAMMIT. I could already be lying in my bed, nice and cozy, I'm TIRED and STRESSED and OMG GAH. Raaaage.
ETA 2:
DONE.
BED.
*DEAD*