I've been packing for days. Packing blows. I'm to the point now, that you hate when you unpack your stuff, and curse at yourself for being an idiotic packer.
"who puts maxi pads in with the digital picture frame, and extra silverware?"
"Oh, theres my water pitcher, in with the sheets, of course!"
You know, the 'I am so tired of running room to room, it all goes in one box phase'. I'm there.
After I packed my crapola in boxes, I moved them all to one room. Then, I moved them all downstairs and out to the garage.
Because when I have people to help me move, its going to be a well oiled machine. I'm outta there.
Oh, I'm far from being done. But I have at least made some visible progress.
I still havnt heard from my current landlord. She can....bite me. And so can that stupid city and their stupid freaking extra taxes!!
I just realized I've lived in my current apartment my entire blogging "career!" Sniff sniff...
You can win a computer over at alexas blog. But you should give it to me for housewarming if you win.