so i admit it - i have absolutely no idea how to pack up all of my shit. i get motivated for a while and then it's like "oh crap, why don't i just burn it all and start over again?!?" so far in the great cross country move i've managed to go through the media stuff, as in books/movies/etc. i think i'll tackle the clothing next. poor derek will just have to trust my judgment that he doesn't need to keep a million t-shirts on a just in case basis. now that he has to look like a grownup for work, it'll be easier to convince him that those jeans with the gigantic hole in the crotch are ready to head on out of our lives.
or were those my jeans? oh hell, who can keep track when you both wear the same size anyway?
this should be a good chance to indulge in my sock habit. there are many pairs that need to have a farewell tour at this point, so instead of doing more laundry than i need to, i'll just start chunking the lesser ones. sock shopping! yippeeee!
the worst part about moving is going through all of your stuff and wondering why the fuck you kept some of it. the best part of moving is going through all of your stuff and wondering why the fuck you kept some of it. we don't celebrate xmas in this household, but if we did it would look something like moving day i'm sure. "the beast" - aka the huge living room storage closet - is a source of endless wonder for me. it's chock full of nutty history. i didn't even know i had that roll of raffle tickets! keep this coupon, huh? i think it'll be a donations bonanza by the end of the month.
the cats are starting to get freaky on me. i think they know something's up.
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