my life in a box

The other day I started packing for the big move. (Yes I found a new place to live which passed all the 12 steps of house hunting) I thought I should start early, to plan ahead, who knows what will happen.. a sudden flood, a fire, a UFO attack. So I started and surprisingly, after all of 20 mins my whole room suddenly fit inside a DELL box that my lap top came in. (it has extra room in it for styrofoam stuffing) I really do over mind the importance of my existence. Everything just kind of fit. What would happen if instead of walking around with a purse, we walk around with cardboard boxes? To carry around everything we own, and whoever has the biggest box is the winner, thats the one all the pretty girls would run after. Or maybe that may very well be a homeless person. (Hey P... the first box is the deepest!!)

Next to go was the couch. The thing was a piece of shit so I gave it away for free. These young people about my age came to pick it up and tried to shove the thing inside a Jeep Cherokee. I kept telling them it was a bad decision but they would not listen to me. They had one of the girl's sit in the trunk holding the back door down so the couch wouldn't fall out. I hope they made it ok. So the couch is gone, whoever slept on it... you all know who you are. Sorry its gone but will forever be remembered as the most disgusting thing you ever slept on. Unless you have slept on worse in which case... I'm sorry. I promise the next place will be a great pad and if I can fit a couch in there somewhere(my room will be a bit smaller) I'll make sure to get another shitty thing to use.

It is also kind of creepy being here all alone especially with most of the furniture gone. I keep hearing sounds and doors creaking and... can't wait to get out of here. Not like my roommates ever really were here when the furniture was still around, but hey I'm moving out.

This one is more of a vent, if its boring don't complain.
cheers.