Just found out a little while ago that I am moving in the next week! Yippee, my favorite thing ever! I am so excited. I love moving. It’s the best, really it is.

Ok.. now that I got that out. What the fuck! I thought I was all done with moving a couple of years ago. I moved out of my ex-wifes place, and moved home. Yes into my parents house, fuck you.

After a short stay there, I moved into a house with a relative. Roommates… One of my other favorite things!! Oh how fun that shit was. Turns out, he was psychotic with a heavy dose of OCD and a touch of alcoholism just to make it interesting. After a year and a half of complete bliss, I found the place I’m at now. It’s a swell house, for a single guy who doesn’t give a hot fuck. However, since I have inherited  a new roommate recently, it’s become quite apparent that this house isn’t going to do it.

So, after much searching and whatnot, we found the place. It’s bigger and better than this shithole, but it has it’s issues. No worries, it’s something different.

But.. and this is where it really bites my ass. I have to pick thru all of my shit and find the crap I don’t need and toss it.. Then take all the shit I think I do need, and relocate it.

I FUCKING HATE THAT!!

Please, kill me now.