So the painful task of packing up and cleaning the old apartment is still in progress. I have piles and piles of things that I either A:) haven't used since the last time I moved them, B:) have never used, C:) couldn't fit into if my life depended on it (big and small) D:) can't seem to part with because (insert relative's name here) gave it to me as a gift. It's amazing to me just how much stuff I actually own. So, I'm digging in, working on finishing, pretending not to procrastinate three hours at a time. And, I noticed something yesterday -- I don't really mind doing it. It's not FUN, per se, but it's not unbearable. (I will deny saying that if pressed.)
Okay, I'm off to plug away a bit more. If you want anything that I might find in the old apartment, comment away!!! (Carrie, the double-boiler is SO yours...)
It’s us, but in dead animal form. But not really dead because they weren’t ever alive. Undead? No. That makes them sound like vampires. So not that. Fuck. I don’t know the word. Hey, how long can a title be? Because this seems excessive. Someone should stop me. Jesus. This is as bad as 280-character twitter. - Victor is finally home from Japan and I didn’t set the house on fire or eat any of our pets while he was gone. Yay for the small things! He always comes b...
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