okay forgive my language and rant, but holy shit
i hurt.

okay so uhaul is supposed to call 5pm the day before.
they don't. i don't get a truck narrowed down until
~ noon the day OF.. and it's in Dunedin damned near.
Curlew + HW 19 for those who know the area. AND I'M
MOVING FROM SOUTH ST PETE.

I realize he's tired too and all but shit. We'd wanted
to unload friday but the electricity stlil wasn't on
and we got there @ 11:30pm. We said fuck it,
left the truck.

But man my bro + sis rock. Sister cleaned the entire
kitchen again, gthen tried cleaning BR and ended up
scraping up some of these vinyl tile things... and flips,
saying "oh god, I owe you money!".. I thought they
llooked shitty so I just say, "Na, you can just help
me pull the rest up." I DIDN'T MEAN -LAST NIGHT!!
I get to working on unpacking other stuff, come back
and she's scraped all the tiles off and is wiping the
"old person urine smell" away w/ bleech. Let me
explain one thing. My sister is a stick, she's skinny
as hell, and she took 2 "stacker2s".. and was fucking
cracked out.

So, have most of my books unpacked, my bedroom
mostly setup (still need to mount th eone painting
i have that i wanna put up in here)....

but gotta go to my old place + clean + pack some.
my mom is in town and her+my grandmother said
they'd come help, so rock on. just need t oget in
there and hide tobaccoo products (no mom, I'm
healthy, I swear!), and get a bit of cleaning + loading
done. bro said he'd come help, might run in a few
and be down there a few hrs + load stuff, then come
back... worried all the crap left might not fit in his
fo-runnah.

anyhow, enough fucking ranting. finallly just got back
online, so wanted to bitch.