pyratwilly

this packing business is strange - I'm finding stuff I don't remember ever owning in the first place. And also stuff that I forgot I had, stuff I wish I never had, and worst of all - stuff that I look at and it sends me on down memory lane so's that when I look up, I realize what felt like 5 minutes was actually like 2 hours. Stuff that makes me happy, stuff that makes me laugh, stuff that makes me cry, etc. So far I've sold a bunch of stuff - taken 2 pyrat ships' full to Goodwill, and there's still shit everywhere.

Ok so I thought this whole thing with my messy co-worker triangle was going to be over tonite. Turns out that's not the case. Maybe tomorrow night. I hope.

Going away parties are no fun if you have to plan and buy for them yourself. Fuckers.

Once again it'll be nice to see some friendly face(s) this weekend - even if it's just the one.

I am so ready to be gone already - I'm damn sick of dealing with home shit. Just little anachonisms that people have are starting to drive me crazy. And it's not cool to just have to stand up at the dinner table and scream: "For the love of all things holy, will you knock that the fuck off?!"

Anyway, one week from now, and I should be near the conclusion of my first day on the road. So not long anyway.

I just noticed that there's a pyrat smiley labeled simply "ARRR!". Cool.