My stuff are in the boot of the car, in the multistorey carpark some distance away, and nobody would help me to drive the car down so I could unload my baggage. AND I CAN'T EVEN DO IT MYSELF, I'll probably hit some curb on the way down and die or something.
Like, half of my possessions are in the car now. I don't even know what's there. They say if you don't know what you're missing then there's no harm done, but GOD what if there's a kitten in there, suffocating right now while I'm still typing away in oblivion?
Not that I have a kitten, but maybe a slab of chocolate that'd melt in the sun when morning comes?
Five slabs of chocolate?
I guess meanwhile I should think about how to hide all the stuff I've got so the house doesn't seem like the garbage man came and dumped the stuff in the wrong place. I have WAY too much stuff, gosh. I should go to the Salvation Army and drop some stuff off and maybe go thrift shopping, but then again I can't drive and I've overspent my allowance for taxis this month.
I need a licence!
Out...xx
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Dad gave in... :> ha finally found my blackberry cable in the mess of stuff that I own.
Some peekchas:
Doesn't seem like a lot now, after all it's only half of what there was left to move... but you bet it was a bitch of a chore to load them and unload them from the car.
So empty now ):
Au revoir, Hall XVI!
Also, it's impossible to sleep without tying up my hair now, the heat is roasting me alive, I swear.
(I have weird colours in my hair now that I need to remove, think I'll dye it all black or something.)
Okay, that's all, goodebye! (:
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