May 23rd, 2006


Moving sucks.

I hate moving. I hate moving all my stuff. I hate leaving places. I hate knowing i am going to live in a room for three months which i--wait for it--hate.

Additionally, the situation is exacerbated by the fact that my parents pack like frantic and retarded monkeys. Is it really that hard to put stuff in a box in such a manner that the box is actually filled and does not weight 29384723984 pounds?

but it doesn't matter cause I don't want them touching my stuff and moving it all around anyway.

*whines and whines* also i am desperate to write, especially knowing that I will go home and be able to do nothing, only i can't because I have to pack and finish knitting a present before I get out of here.

You all want to write me AftS! porn, don't lie.
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