and endless boxes.
::growl::
i so hate packing, like you wouldn’t believe. i sit on my futon while it’s still assembled and think how in god’s name did i get so much stuff?! no, seriously…HOW?! it doesn’t appear that i have too much…but then i give it a second look and what the hell…i do?
and a good deal of it is broken or disfunctional or something. i mean, crap on crap crackers…what the hell?
::le sigh::
and the days haven’t been goin’ too good, either. seriously…invader zim day aside, the world has been tryin’ to eat me.
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