Moving sucks! You don’t realize how much absolute shite you have until you start packing! I found a ridiculous amount of unopened mail from years ago, I found my old Tamagotchi that I kept having to reset because it was always hungry and uncared for and died a few times a week. It’s a good thing I don’t treat my daughters like I treated my Tamagotchi or they’d be severely malnourished, ignored, and neglected!
I’ve discovered unpaid parking tickets, expired (winning) lottery tickets, lots of club and party flyers, lollypops, bad artwork (by me), and even the professional portrait of my cat Zen that I had done back when he was the apple of my eye (pre-baby days). I actually had a professional pet photographer come to the house and take portraits of him!! Yeah… fucked right?! Now the only attention he gets is when one of the chicklets is beating him to a bloody pulp, pulling his hair, chewing on his tail, or whacking his head with a toy.
There are boxes everywhere!!! Don’t know what the point of this post was other than to complain, but I guess it provided me with a well-needed break. I feel like I need to breathe into a paper bag sometimes because of the sheer chaos going on around me. Frankly I am surprised that I didn’t find some kind of little creature or bird living in the nest of dust and wires I found behind my entertainment unit.
I hate moving!
Countdown to Apple G4 iBook: 9 days!!!
I had to kill the Turn Me On Tuesdays thing for the time being, but will re-launch it in January!