the countdown begins
one week 'til i'm in our new house. i must admit i'm a bit nervous, last time i planned a significant move with a dood he decided he'd rather marinate in his shit... which proved to be fun for all...
packing is in the plans for the day... did you know one bundle of boxes from uhaul is FIFTY dollars?!?! that's effin' rediculous... if i wasn't such a damn snot i'd go pick them up from the grocery store for free, but who really wants their clothes in that nasty-ass shit anyway?! not me, that's for damn sure....they put out an apron for me at work for everyone to sign because i'm getting a transfer, i've never done it like this before, usually i just cut out of work and it goes something like this: "carina?" "yeah?" "are you coming into work today?" *long pause* "uhm........ i gotta go" and they get that old-fashioned DT!
packing is in the plans for the day... did you know one bundle of boxes from uhaul is FIFTY dollars?!?! that's effin' rediculous... if i wasn't such a damn snot i'd go pick them up from the grocery store for free, but who really wants their clothes in that nasty-ass shit anyway?! not me, that's for damn sure....they put out an apron for me at work for everyone to sign because i'm getting a transfer, i've never done it like this before, usually i just cut out of work and it goes something like this: "carina?" "yeah?" "are you coming into work today?" *long pause* "uhm........ i gotta go" and they get that old-fashioned DT!