Monday, July 16, 2007
Advantages of current predicament |8:42 PM| I am out of money. Well, to be accurate, I have money, but it all belongs to other people. Hell, I need to stop by an ATM tonight and pull another pile of money and hand it to my roommate/landlord.
This is discouraging, but it does help keep me from making poor purchasing decisions.
The lack of food budget, also, helps in that I can once again fit into my smaller boxers. Like the ones with funny alligators on them.
Scoff, if you will, but if my thunder must be contained, so let it be contained by alligators with big comical eyes.
There are advantages of moving, there must be. There'll be a new house to adjust to, new sounds at night, new local fauna, counter spaces to use in clever ways.
There's bound to be improvements, like a shower in which the faucet does NOT pour scalding hot water onto your feet, no matter what you do.
But it's unlikely the place will have as cool a grilling area as my current digs.
And for comparison, at least it's not my last place, which I found out, they're tearing down. Thank goodness, I'm sure that place was affecting the feng shui of this whole city.
I'm sure I'll find a bunch of crap I thought was gone forever, and I'm sure I'll lose a bunch of stuff to boxes. It's like recycling.
You'd think I'd have less crap, seeing as I constantly have to move (so it seems), and that since I hate the actual process of moving (The boxing of possessions, the wrapping of cups, though bubble wrap is amusing) that I'd have gotten rid of the vast majority of junk.
At some point I do need to just throw it all into my increasingly full storage locker, and live on a camel. Maybe an alpaca.
It'd be nice to be moving into a place I own, so I could do all the ridiculous crap I want to, in the name of home improvement. Like the dining room door that slides open into the wall on the left, but slides closed from the ceiling. I could build a rotating bookshelf, which would give me twice the book storage space. Perhaps I'd install a secret passage from the kitchen to the living room, just so there's an alternate route, just in case.
In any case, the timer is once again running out, and I have to pack it all up.
I should invest in some manner of permanent boxes, seeing as I'm constantly chewing through forests' worth of cardboard.
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Advantages of current predicament |8:42 PM| I am out of money. Well, to be accurate, I have money, but it all belongs to other people. Hell, I need to stop by an ATM tonight and pull another pile of money and hand it to my roommate/landlord.
This is discouraging, but it does help keep me from making poor purchasing decisions.
The lack of food budget, also, helps in that I can once again fit into my smaller boxers. Like the ones with funny alligators on them.
Scoff, if you will, but if my thunder must be contained, so let it be contained by alligators with big comical eyes.
There are advantages of moving, there must be. There'll be a new house to adjust to, new sounds at night, new local fauna, counter spaces to use in clever ways.
There's bound to be improvements, like a shower in which the faucet does NOT pour scalding hot water onto your feet, no matter what you do.
But it's unlikely the place will have as cool a grilling area as my current digs.
And for comparison, at least it's not my last place, which I found out, they're tearing down. Thank goodness, I'm sure that place was affecting the feng shui of this whole city.
I'm sure I'll find a bunch of crap I thought was gone forever, and I'm sure I'll lose a bunch of stuff to boxes. It's like recycling.
You'd think I'd have less crap, seeing as I constantly have to move (so it seems), and that since I hate the actual process of moving (The boxing of possessions, the wrapping of cups, though bubble wrap is amusing) that I'd have gotten rid of the vast majority of junk.
At some point I do need to just throw it all into my increasingly full storage locker, and live on a camel. Maybe an alpaca.
It'd be nice to be moving into a place I own, so I could do all the ridiculous crap I want to, in the name of home improvement. Like the dining room door that slides open into the wall on the left, but slides closed from the ceiling. I could build a rotating bookshelf, which would give me twice the book storage space. Perhaps I'd install a secret passage from the kitchen to the living room, just so there's an alternate route, just in case.
In any case, the timer is once again running out, and I have to pack it all up.
I should invest in some manner of permanent boxes, seeing as I'm constantly chewing through forests' worth of cardboard.
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