Moving...
Well I had an interesting weekend, and a suprisingly fun one too. After work I went home, got some stuff done, and went on over to New Orleans. I helped Mike put stuff in boxes and he & his parents drove on over and showed it to me. It fuckin rocks the casba. I love the place! It meets my extremely anal-retentive cleaning demands.
Saturday went something like: Pack boxes. Move boxes. Repeat. Put together furnature. Have difficuilty putting together furnature. Cuss as realize new furnature is missing peices or is wrong size. Try to localize cardboard and bubblewrap in Mikes room. Shower. Pass out.
Sunday was much more fun. I tried to do what I could, considering it's not my apartment. Still, it was interesting. I had a blast. I generally like moving. As much of a pain it was for me to move, I like the simple concept of all my belongings in boxes. That, and the big boxes are really fun to play in when you are done. Cheers.
Saturday went something like: Pack boxes. Move boxes. Repeat. Put together furnature. Have difficuilty putting together furnature. Cuss as realize new furnature is missing peices or is wrong size. Try to localize cardboard and bubblewrap in Mikes room. Shower. Pass out.
Sunday was much more fun. I tried to do what I could, considering it's not my apartment. Still, it was interesting. I had a blast. I generally like moving. As much of a pain it was for me to move, I like the simple concept of all my belongings in boxes. That, and the big boxes are really fun to play in when you are done. Cheers.