pack pack packing on heaven's door...
Where the hell did all this stuff come from and why isn’t it getting any less?!? I swear the crap in my apartment is actually multiplying. I’m convinced that every item here is spawning a new race of un-organize-able stuff.
Ok so, I’m pretty sure the coffee table is in cahoots with the DVD player, which explains why the books and the boxes aren’t speaking and why the stereo keeps crying. Not to mention the fact that the couch is a total slut who hooks up with anything with a plug.
But the biggest shocker of all was when the picture frames threw a huge barbeque party and didn’t invite the clock. Draaaaamaaa!
So basically I started packing and I ended up watching Laguna Beach.
Ok so, I’m pretty sure the coffee table is in cahoots with the DVD player, which explains why the books and the boxes aren’t speaking and why the stereo keeps crying. Not to mention the fact that the couch is a total slut who hooks up with anything with a plug.
But the biggest shocker of all was when the picture frames threw a huge barbeque party and didn’t invite the clock. Draaaaamaaa!
So basically I started packing and I ended up watching Laguna Beach.