back to work

moved.
roller coaster ride.
stressful.
must only go up from here.
must.

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Pablo Neruda

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams."

Pablo Neruda is the shit. HONESTLY!!!!

you broke me

“And I, infinitesima­l being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

i only think of you. all the time, and it breaks me into a million little pieces.

Toilet paper

So I have an unhealthy obsession with having enough toilet paper in my household. I am not afraid to buy in bulk at Sam's club. The 24 pack... Yes please. And yes I do live alone and have for years. But I need at least 10 backup rolls. I do. I don't know why. So as I am watching tv, I see a commercial for the decorative backup roll holder. Designed be a well known designer. Wtf? Do you really need that? I don't. I can barely be bothered to put the toilet paper on the roll. And if there is one on the roll, I still use the one on the cabinet. So now, you, the commercial hocker, want me to spend money on a round container to hold the "back up" toilet paper roll. Have we really gotten this vain that we need a decorative holder?

So here's the deal kids... If you come over to my humble abode, there will be a roll of toilet paper on the holder, and one on the cabinet. And no decorative holder. It's just silly. Damn silly. And these are the things I think about.

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Seriously?

Is it really that important to answer your phone in the bathroom? I mean honestly? Who does that? Oh wait you do. So self important.


And for the record, I am still sleeping at apartment A. Not new apartment B. With the cable still on. I win.
I also went over and unpacked almost everything. It's so tiny. But I can make it cute.

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Moving fail...

So my couch didn't fit in the door of the new apartment. I took it as a sign that i should have one more night at home. Take that eviction guys. Take that. Meh

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today is the day

today is my official moving day.

i am putting on a full face of make-up in the hopes it will help me not cry. it may be silly, but it has to work! i hope. i also have to finish the final packing of things. i am dragging my feet on that too, as you can tell since i am writing, instead of packing. i wonder if i can keep blogging for awhile? somehow i am going to try. today will be great. if i say it, the universe doesn't have any choice but to help me. right...

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