Hello, Again, Square 1


I hate moving. It’s the cluster fuck that keeps on giving. When we were young, you could’ve put all of our dishes and assorted special things in those boxes right there. Now, it’s two clocks and some African art. Shit. There are about thirty more boxes where these came from. Then there’s the giant storeroom back home. I’m never going to get finished with this. Get things settled, here comes another wave of crap that you just can’t live without.

I am not a very good down sizer…that’s all I’m saying.

Happy freaking Sunday

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