|Boyfriend made fun of me because I wrote pickles on the list. He doesn't think pickles are a necessity. Psht. He's so wrong.|
I told Boyfriend I was going to make him work the street and then actually had a dream that I was his pimp (pimpette?) and it was horrifying. I decided against the whole idea.
I've been selling a lot of crap on Ebay and thinking of hanging onto some stuff for a possibly giveaway. Do any of you guys collect anything?? I swear I have like 10 collections of COMPLETELY different and random things. I think I have the makings of a hoarder.
And the packing. The packing is freaking killing me. I actually look forward to going to work just to get a break from packing boxes. Boyfriend has so many damn video games and movies that I could seriously start a video rental store. I'm pretty sure we are about finished with that though. The next step is to actually move all the crap to our new place. And then unpack.
I have moved 17 times in my 24 years of existence. I absolutely cannot wait for the day that I can say "I am never moving again!!!!" You would think I would be a professional at this by now. But no, I still lack motivation and I am still waiting for some kind of magic fairy god mother to help me do it without lifting a finger.
But it's going to be worth it. No more crazy roommates. Just Boyfriend, the dog, and me. It's going to be great. (I keep having to repeat these things so that I do not go insane)
Whose idea was this anyways?
P.S. Ya'll have to go here and read this story. Trust me, it's worth it.