In the past 12 months (if it wasn't for stupid 2013 I would be able to say past year and make more of an impact but wth) I've moved a grand total of three times.
Okay so maybe it doesn't sound like a lot but before these 12 months I've never moved. At least not moving an entire shitload of useless hoarded things or old enough to remember. Okay I kind of remember the move at 4 years old but the clearest memory is sitting in the trunk of a car and driving down a swirly hill ahaha. My father thought we were going to die aha. Fun times. TANGENT
Moving is a major pain in the ass like seriously it's packing everything you own into little boxes and my family has a terrible hoarding habit -_- which I unfortunately have adopted (I literally have like these cards from Barnes and Nobles that I think I picked off from the ground {eww I know} and until today I couldn't bear to throw them away {I KNOW}) which makes it even worse.
Ahh I feel like microwaved shit, slept at 1 am last night for the first time in two weeks (I know, I'm proud of myself too) in an effort to get my father to sleep (played the I'll sleep when you sleep game) but he pretended to go to sleep and woke up and packed for the whole entire night -_-. And then woke up a 8:57 am which is UNHEARD of on a Joanna weekend. Argh.
And the movers are done finally. Spent like an hour googling how much to tip them. Had to hold in my pee for 3 hours TMI I'm sorry. Urgh now I have to figure how to bring my darling snowglobes over. Last time I had my snowglobes in shitty Delta's hands my favourite one cracked so FUCK YOU DELTA actually it's tsa's fault but still. I guess I have to carry-on my babies but urgh, what if they forbid. If they do Imma throw them at their black faces (I'm sorry but almost every tsa agent is black and rude as fuck, fuck you tsa)
Anyway I don't even know why my family's been nomad-ing. I don't understand why they don't think out their gosh danned plans. I love them but urgh, I hate playing along with their air castles.
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