Really, I’m not exactly sure what’s worse. Moving or cleaning up a place you’ve lived in for two years after moving everything out. I mean, really, I like to think of Nicole and I as very tidy and clean humans. Exhibit A, I’ve never had anyone enter our apartment and recoil at it’s stench. That’s got to put us in at least the 85th percentile as far as cleanliness.
Regardless though, I swear, if I had the means, I would have just paid someone else to clean up our former apartment. There were things we found, vile things, tucked away amid the protection of shadow and grown with a veil of evil so terrifying, having half a paper towel roll between my hand and it still caused me to crawl out of my skin. Next time we move, I’m just getting one of these:
To hell with my security deposit.
Otherwise, aside from the fact that our new place has what I’m assuming are lead-filled walls as our cell phones have no reception, that hooking up the internet seems much more difficult than it should be, and having the cops show up to calm down a domestic dispute down the hall, I’m a big fan of the new place.
Yeah, thats right, we have two bedrooms. It’s like we just discovered some lost city made of gold. Wide open, spread out, roomy, delicious gold.
Crap, is it Sunday night already?
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shards of glass in your boxers ( which i know you have had..car ballet on valentines day) or moving. personally, i think id rather have the moving. how you and Lee walked out of that is beyond me. cuz i know my prayer wasnt fully answered that day.
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