Blech.
I'd just like to say:
Packing sucks.
Where did all this stuff come from? How did it get here? I don't have any money, so when did I buy it? Why did I buy it?
Why in the hell do I have a waffle iron? I've never made waffles.
Why was I keeping this broken CD player?
What ever made me think this stuff in the closet back here was art? Why am I still reluctant to throw it away?
Why do I have an outdated Mole Richardson lighting catalog?
Why am I keeping my notebooks from college? Why do I still have any of my textbooks?
Why do I have an Indigo Girls CD? Did I ever really like them?
Should I throw out the porn? Naah.
What should I do with this parking meter? How did I end up with a parking meter? I think it has change in it!
All this crap has to fit into a U-Haul trailer? What the hell was I thinking?
posted by Max @ 10:35 AM
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3 Comments:
Keep the waffle iron. You'll want to bash yourself over the head with it when you realize what a fool you are for taking that crap job.
HAHAHA.... YOu made me laugh Great.
Thanks Dyck, I appreciate your continuing support. It's nice to know I have you in my corner.
And anonymous, thanks for reading. I'm glad you're enjoying it.
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