Why do the fates hate me so?
Couldn't my boyfriend have stayed with me until after this torturous hell of moving apartments and having so many boxes to lift?
Roll the boulder up the hill. Let it run back down. Roll it up again. Repeat. So it goes.
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6 comments:
Oh I hate moving! My sympathies are with you!
OMG, I'm laughing my ass off. I know exactly what you're talking about.
Start drinking. It makes it suck less.
CD: Yes, the process is the worst
SKF: Good grief - if I started drinking I'd never get packed.
I really want to say something reassuring, yet witty, but every time I see Sunshine & Kitten Farts I lose the plot.
* snnnrk snigger *
Kitten farts...
lol. Here's a conversation the ex and I had when she moved out of (what was to become) my house.
"I'm moving this weekend."
"Huh."
"Can you help?"
"I'll hold the door."
She was pretty pissed. Three of her male friends helped her move out while I watched TV. I got the dirty eye from her the entire time.
One of the guys helping said to me (when she wasn't around), "I don't blame you, man. And I have to admire that you are even here. Like you are rubbing it in."
"I don't want my shit broken. There's nothing to rub in."
"True that."
lol.
That was a fun day.
NOT THAT YOU DESERVED THAT, OF COURSE.
I hope everything went well with the move...
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