tiredI have too much crap, and I hate moveing.
I also should have asked for help packing. I get too distracted. I hate hate hate this.
So I've found some stuff that I've been missing forever, or not even known was missing. My bright blue bra that I loved: found. I've found a necklace and a pendant that
chamberlain gave me years ago. Must have been years ago since I count our "final" break up as being when opeth and I started dateing. That lasted two years, and we broke up 1 year, 5 months, and 24 days ago (I only know that 'cause Jan 1 is such a convenient time to count from. Bastard.) So yea, this is stuff I got like 4 and 6 years ago. (wow... fuck. but yea, I was 16, I'm now 22, the math is right) I move boxes around and throw stuff into bags and stuff. One of these days I'll clean it all out. But I have a box and 3 bags of stuff (mostly clothes) to donate to the salvation army or the thrift store in waltham or something. Though they aren't full-sized trash bags, rather kitchen sized trash bags.Everything won't be packed for the movers. But there should be 25 boxes or so (mostly small sized) and all the big stuff that I needed to hire movers for anyways. And hopefully they can get the couches into the apartment. *sigh*
So much stuff sitting around here that I'm finally ready to get rid of. Keeping the jewelry that
chamberlain gave me, obviousely, but shirts that belonged to Vic are finally getting donated away. I still want my tool shirt back. And my grey sheer button up. It shouldn't have taken me 6 years to let go. Actually, had I had the motivation a year ago I could have gotten rid of them then. 5 years. Not bad for a soul mate.Speaking of soul mates, I've done some ragging on
darxus lately. Not in here, but, well, in person. I love him. He's... wonderful. I'm going to kill him one of these days, but he still makes me glow, even when he's not done what he needs to do. God, I love him so much...I should do more packing. I should nap. Yea, not makeing it to the diesl today. Probably next week.
