I can't think of anything interesting enough to tell you about.
I've fucked off long enough regarding the unpacking of boxes. Could someone come over and help? This sucks.
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I suggest you just ignore the whole unpacking thing.
I mean, you're going to move again eventually, and then you'll just have to pack everything up again.
So...fuck it.
Love,
TS
I moved in December and still have 15 boxes I have yet to unpack or put in my storage space. The cats do so enjoy their mountain of cardboard...
You know if I came over to help, I would screw it up so bad that you would NEVER find anything. Though I suggest looking in your top dresser drawer.
Put on some Latin jazz or the Violent Femmes or something, babycakes. The music helps build velocity and once you have that you'll be just fine. Rebuke the boxes in your best hysterical Tammy Faye voice. Corrugated brown is so not your color.
See how long you can leave it in boxes. If more than 6 months, give it away.
Unpacking is the only semi-tolerable part of moving, for me. I still have some boxes from a year ago.
Unpack, and then write of your zany adventures with all your stuff.
Toasty I desire to abandon this and move in with you and the beautiful boy..
Maggie, My boxes sat at my exs for like three months and the cats thought they were their little island city of scratch posts and hair ball receptacles.
Bob, I'm looking for my CDs..Top drawer?
Kristin, come over. I need your vibe baby. Bring the VFs CD and an orange marker and we'll color these fuckers bright. then we'll go to Patpong and race tuktuks.
nwo, this may very well happen...
Des, I just don't see a zany adventure forming out of this..unless Kristin comes over..
GR, i think TS has the right idea.
and you should totally come to my gathering type thing i just invited you to on Saturday and eat and dance and get drunk.
and when you get back everything will have magically been done for you.
this is often my approach to getting things done.
doesn't really work, but hey, at least i had a good time, and if i get drunk enough i don't really care...
Belle, sounds good. But will I be able to get close enough to you to toast your intelligent feminist ass, with all the ravenous fans you have?? Fuck, I may not even SEE you through the crowd.
don't worry. most of 'em are imaginary, really. and i will insist we talk of nothing but Pudding.
belle, I really like pudding this will be fun.
We all like pudding. (sort of like "we all like sheep." no wait that's "all we like sheep." never mind).
MB: exactly. it is all for the sake of the cats.
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