I hate moving.
Well, I don't hate moving. I hate packing. Packing sucks.
Why don't we live in a world where all you have to do is snap and everything packs itself?
In a brilliant move, I moved my PS3 from the living room into my bedroom today. Hoping this makes me wanna play it more.
Except for the dumbass I am forgot that the thing has to be programmed for certain cables (HDMI, RGB, etc.).
I'd been using an HDMI cable, since it's ultra high quality. The TV in my room does not have an HDMI port.
So when I went to turn it on earlier, there was no picture.
30 minutes, more dust, and a few swear words later, all is accomplished.
But I'm too angry to play it now. -_____-
I did get almost everything off my walls today. Calendars and a bag are all that remains.
This moving this is ultra real, isn't it?
Leaving in 9 days.
Lately, things have been.... OMG CRAZY.
I don't think I've ever been this horny in my life.
What sucks is that there's literally NO one to share this with, considering no one's really around here that I'd do anything with. And I'm honestly not that desperate to go searching out someone.
I'll stick to my hand and the porn on my computer.
Wake up in the morning, boner's leading the way.
Various points throughout the day, it hits like a frickin' heat wave.
I have NO idea what it is. Normally it's more controllable, but damn....
I don't even think a cold shower will help.
[sigh]
I'm gonna go eat my ice cream. Tomorrow starts my attempts at eating healthier.
Working towards that shirtless self.