*Sigh*

I HATE MOVING.

i was telling my aunt just this morning how i missed the beautiful simplicity of moving house when i was a drug addict... she laughed uncomfortably, but i persisted, pointing out that even the most horrible circumstances have their selling points. Jamming a bunch of shit into a black garbage bag and taking the bus across town is WAY BETTER than moving "the grown-up way." not just the difference in packing, but in all the shit you have to do... change your addresses with everybody, forward your mail, change your magazine subscriptions, etc. it's just a fucking trail of tears.

*Did any of you notice the GIANT box that used to hold adult diapers- NIGHTENGALE- EXTRA! no, not mine... they're from the care facility i worked at. still, it's a little embarrassing moving all your shit- no pun intended- in geriatric diaper boxes. people, were they to actually notice, which they really don't, might think I'M incontinent! isn't that hilARIOUS? oh, the embarrassing shenanigans i would have to endure!