Heart Grow Fonder

So tomorrow's my last final, and then i'm off to house sit for my aunt in Chandler. Her computer is almost ten years old, and can barely turn on, so it's unlikely that i'll be blogging for the next ten or eleven days. When i get back to Tucson, i'll be packing up to move house by June 1st, so i'm not sure how much i'll be blogging when i get back, either... you might not hear from me until next month. Not that you would have noticed if i hadn't mentioned it, lol.

If for some reason you MISS ME, feel free to lurk my somehow MORE insipid twitter presence. i can do that from my phone.

So Long, Phoenix.

You haven't been half bad this time around, but i suspect that this has much more to do with me than it ever has with you.

*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!