I can't believe it's May already. May is usually my second favourite month (after October), but this year all it brings is a horrible sense of panic. It means I have only two months left to pack this house up (all by myself) and move its contents half way across the country. At times like today when I'm extra hormonal and irritable, I feel angry at the Boy for not at least packing up his own shit and taking it with him before he left the last time, and I'm tempted to throw it all into boxes and call some charity organisation to come pick that shit up and get it out of my hair. As I said, I'm feeling very irritable. We have so much stuff. I wish I wasn't so attached to my furniture, then I could leave it all here and start from scratch, but I can't. I'm supposed to be looking for moving companies and things, but I'm so not in the mood, and the fact that Boy nags me about it every time I talk to him isn't helping matters. I'd rather sit around eating bonbons and watching youtube videos, you know. Who wouldn't?
I really want to see this movie...
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Maybe I'll be lucky and it'll play at the Toronto film festival.
God, I'm such a bitch today. The fucking dog keeps barking at these kids skateboarding in the street and it's driving me mental. I detest living in the suburbs, and I've basically agreed to move to Canadian Suburbia Hell which will be so much worse than my current one. Ugh.
I guess I should probably get some boxes.