packin it in

I hate packing. I hate it, I hate it, I HATE it.

There is nothing worse than having to split your life into pieces, toss them into a box, tape it up, and move it from point A to point B. Thankfully I’ve hired some big strapping menz to move it from point A to point B, but it’s still ugly having to split it all up.

I know I’m bitching a lot about this lately, but I really need to vent. And I also really need to become much less of a pack rat.

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