Moving and cleaning make baby jesus cry
I've been moving out for the last two days. Packed lots of boxes yesterday and today my dad and brother came up to help me move two peoples stuff + other furnishings into a 5'x10' storage unit. Because of amazing packing strategies developed during the Cold War under the codename MOSQUITO, we were able to fit everything into the damn storage hole (it wasn't really a hole, I just use the term to help express the atrocities of the day).
Lots of cleaning too. Had to clean windows, rugs, bathrooms. Still have to get the shit out from under the stove and fridge and also clean out both which will not be pleasant or easy. I'm hoping to blow this popsicle stand (or split like a tree) tomorrow, but that completely depends on us getting to schedule an apartment inspection. But, never fear, I'll be moving into Le Tournesol apartments on the 5th (one, two, three, four, FIF). At that point I will have a car at my disposal. It'll be totally sweet and yet somehow the same as always.
I'm going to shower cause of the disgusting filth that covers my body. If I were a cradle, it would be safe to say that I would be a cradle of filth.
Later!
I itch and burn and sticky (sic) all over.
Lots of cleaning too. Had to clean windows, rugs, bathrooms. Still have to get the shit out from under the stove and fridge and also clean out both which will not be pleasant or easy. I'm hoping to blow this popsicle stand (or split like a tree) tomorrow, but that completely depends on us getting to schedule an apartment inspection. But, never fear, I'll be moving into Le Tournesol apartments on the 5th (one, two, three, four, FIF). At that point I will have a car at my disposal. It'll be totally sweet and yet somehow the same as always.
I'm going to shower cause of the disgusting filth that covers my body. If I were a cradle, it would be safe to say that I would be a cradle of filth.
Later!
I itch and burn and sticky (sic) all over.