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.
4 comments:
Ahhhh!!! I hate your life!
Maybe I will buy you one of those cool retractable key chains you can wear on your belt. That would be magnificent.
wait, what do you hate again?
my life!
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