Thursday, August 24, 2006

Good riddance moving...

I hate how I look like a janitor, because I have keys to 2 apartments, work, my mom's house, my car, 2 garages, a storage unit, 2 mail box keys and I think one to the Gateway...that I need to return for my $5 deposit.

I hate moving.
I have moved approximately onehundredmillionandahalf times.
I hate it.
I hate everything about it.

Seeing boxes makes me want to puke.

It's sad that I think how much better I would like it if I threw myself down the stairs and broke my leg- so I wont have to help move...everytime I move.

I hate packing.
I hate carrying boxes.
I hate those tape dispensers.
I hate how my fingers get peely from the tape/box combination.
I hate moving boxes into trucks or cars.
I hate taking them out again.
I hate having to lock Penny up to move.
I hate carrying them into the new place.
I hate moving things that aren't mine.
I hate moving my dad for the 205th time in the past 5 years.
I hate moving my mom for the 450th time in the past 8 years.
I hate carrying heavy furniture.
I hate dust.
I hate dirt.
I hate moving.

I hope to get a stinkin house after this move.
I will pay movers to pack and move my stuff.

I will never move things again.

And that is a promise.


Katie said...

Ahhhh!!! I hate your life!

Linsey said...

Maybe I will buy you one of those cool retractable key chains you can wear on your belt. That would be magnificent.

Jimmy said...

wait, what do you hate again?

Danelle the Photographer said...

my life!