It's been an amazing few weeks. In fact, I'd have to say that it's been the best two weeks of my life. I feel like I've woken up after a long sleep, but it's not like your regular slow waking - it's more of a detonation. Like someone put a rabid weasel under the covers. Or something.
I'm finally moved out! I vaccummed the entire house today and packed the last bits of my shit into my car and carted it over to Public Storage. Unfortunately for me, all of the carts they had (a grand (stupid) total of TWO) were in use, so I had to carry three extremely heavy boxes full of books and lead ingots all by my lonesome.
As as an aside, I was tricked by Public Storage. I go to their site, fill out their little questionnaire, and I'm told that I can get a great rate on a 9x11 unit. ON THE SECOND FLOOR. "Ah-ha!" I say to myself. They're not going to get me that easily. I don't want to have to haul my shit up some stairs. I'm gonna ask for the FIRST FLOOR. So I get a first floor unit. Unfortunately, "first floor" means Basement in Public Storage Speak, so I get to haul my crap down a few ramps and schlep it through several miles of dimly lit corridors. All because I was a bit too clever for my own good.
Anyway, the three boxes full of concrete. I mentioned that I had to haul them down by myself, right? So I manage to get it done. I go back to the house, where I am greeted by a distinct lack of gorgeous woman ready to rub my shoulders and lay a damp cloth on my brow. So I did the next best thing, and took all of my clothes off and lay down spread-eagled on the linoleum in the kitchen. I managed to cool down after about 10 minutes. It was kinda hot.
I went to New Orleans. I have pictures, but I totally forgot to bring the storage card with me, so I'll have to post them later. Stay tuned, kids!
As promised, pics:
things get smaller
asian grocery
iron gate
the rats are large and ostentatious in new orleans
carcasses! boiled alive!
yikes
tacked to the sky
I'm finally moved out! I vaccummed the entire house today and packed the last bits of my shit into my car and carted it over to Public Storage. Unfortunately for me, all of the carts they had (a grand (stupid) total of TWO) were in use, so I had to carry three extremely heavy boxes full of books and lead ingots all by my lonesome.
As as an aside, I was tricked by Public Storage. I go to their site, fill out their little questionnaire, and I'm told that I can get a great rate on a 9x11 unit. ON THE SECOND FLOOR. "Ah-ha!" I say to myself. They're not going to get me that easily. I don't want to have to haul my shit up some stairs. I'm gonna ask for the FIRST FLOOR. So I get a first floor unit. Unfortunately, "first floor" means Basement in Public Storage Speak, so I get to haul my crap down a few ramps and schlep it through several miles of dimly lit corridors. All because I was a bit too clever for my own good.
Anyway, the three boxes full of concrete. I mentioned that I had to haul them down by myself, right? So I manage to get it done. I go back to the house, where I am greeted by a distinct lack of gorgeous woman ready to rub my shoulders and lay a damp cloth on my brow. So I did the next best thing, and took all of my clothes off and lay down spread-eagled on the linoleum in the kitchen. I managed to cool down after about 10 minutes. It was kinda hot.
I went to New Orleans. I have pictures, but I totally forgot to bring the storage card with me, so I'll have to post them later. Stay tuned, kids!
As promised, pics:
things get smaller
asian grocery
iron gate
the rats are large and ostentatious in new orleans
carcasses! boiled alive!
yikes
tacked to the sky
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Hahaha... that is a hysterical truck (and the picture of you naked and spread- eagle on your kitchen floor is pretty classic, too.)
For 'tis the way of the just.