My Brutal Affair With The World
I didn't ASK for a 26 foot U-Haul truck, but that's what I ended up getting on Friday. I suppose in some ways it's my own fault - the 14 footer I had reserved had yet to be returned and after 2 hours of waiting, I said, "ok, give me that 26'er you have available." I didn't ACTUALLY know how MASSIVE it was. I was all, "cool, I'm like the Terminator or something." So I drive back to my apartment, ready to move. Excited about it. Things are looking UP! I turn down the one way street behind my apartment building, then turn right on the one way street beside my building. Turning, turning, turning, SMAAAASH. Literally 4 seconds up the street from my apartment, I give a little '92 Carolla the ol' "how ya doin, mate" shoulder punch. And by shoulder, I mean bumper. And by bumper, I mean the thing was hanging off the back. And the tail light was smashed out. And the four people in the car got a little ride, lifted off the ground. I'm telling you, the truck was HUGE.
I'm a good driver. I'm a good driver. I'm a good driver.
You know, after my camera was stolen, people said, "it can't get any worse, Wendy!" And after I broke my foot, they were all, "now it REALLY can't get any worse!" At this moment, I was like, "stupid world! Wtf?!"
The police come, I fill out a report, the insurance I bought only 40 minutes prior will cover it, I get charged $100 for an improper right hand turn and 2 points taken off my license. Meanwhile, as I sit fretting on the sidewalk, Katie and Kash and Kat are my saviors, loading out my (mostly) pre-packed apartment. Then Kat ordered up 4 of her man friends (including Justin, yay!) and without even having to lift a finger, my apartment is empty within an hour. I send them off with beer money and look at Katie, she looks at me, we look at the 4 years' worth of grime and settle in for a night's worth of cleaning. At 4am we cozy up on our chair cushion beds and sleep all of an hour, because my new cat doesn't know how to shut up.
So I'm moved. *yesssss* I'm so a-happeh. It's a perfect little city apartment for someone living the playboy bachelor lifestyle, like myself. Oh, you want a tour? Fancy that. Here's a video.
I'm a good driver. I'm a good driver. I'm a good driver.
You know, after my camera was stolen, people said, "it can't get any worse, Wendy!" And after I broke my foot, they were all, "now it REALLY can't get any worse!" At this moment, I was like, "stupid world! Wtf?!"
The police come, I fill out a report, the insurance I bought only 40 minutes prior will cover it, I get charged $100 for an improper right hand turn and 2 points taken off my license. Meanwhile, as I sit fretting on the sidewalk, Katie and Kash and Kat are my saviors, loading out my (mostly) pre-packed apartment. Then Kat ordered up 4 of her man friends (including Justin, yay!) and without even having to lift a finger, my apartment is empty within an hour. I send them off with beer money and look at Katie, she looks at me, we look at the 4 years' worth of grime and settle in for a night's worth of cleaning. At 4am we cozy up on our chair cushion beds and sleep all of an hour, because my new cat doesn't know how to shut up.
So I'm moved. *yesssss* I'm so a-happeh. It's a perfect little city apartment for someone living the playboy bachelor lifestyle, like myself. Oh, you want a tour? Fancy that. Here's a video.
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