I LOATHE moving.

[cuban star]

I feel for ya. I haven't moved nearly as many times as you have. In fact, my family has never moved, but I have between college and home and it sucks ass. We also move my fiancee in and out so between all his shit and my shit we fill two trucks and now that we're going to an apartment, we'll have to rent a uhaul trailer too. Moving sucks ass and I really hate it.

 

[rusty_nutss]

Moving place is shit house isn't it. I live in Australia and my Dad was in the army when i was younger and we would move house every 6 months, all around the country, from barracks to barracks. I hated it, just as i was getting comfortable in the new environment i was told to pack up my toys(i was between the ages of 4 and 8 during this time) and get ready to leave. So yes, i supposed i LOATHE it as well. Thats a good word to describe it.

 

[lil zebra lover]

Ok, so I've been slacking off ALL WEEK. I should have been packing, but instead, I sit at my computer (DAMN the machine!)

Today, I was packing/cleaning the bathroom. Keep in mind, it's fucking HOT in my apartment. Third floor of an old house, 100 year old "insulation".

So I pack all of my bathroom, and start to clean. It's so fucking hot, I have to take my pants off. I'm scrubbing the floor on my hands and knees. I'm fucking sweaty as hell. I'm kinda slide on the floor because my legs are slick with sweat. I pick up every particle of dirt, hair, and dust with the front of my calves. It hurts. It fucking SUCKED.

I'm almost done with my kitchen. I realize that I have way more fucking shit than I thought I did. My already bad lower back is already starting to hurt. Good goddamn thing I have some muscle relaxers. They shall be utilized to the fullest extent.

I have left: both bedrooms and the living room closets. I need a big strong man to help me! :sad: By help me, I mean do it FOR me, while taking orders. Then give me a backrub. Sigh.

I will be packing until about 5am I'm sure. Then, I have to clean the bitch. (mop, vacuum, dust) in the morning after all of the boxes are cleared out.

I will be w/o the internet tomorrow after I am in the new apt. and ALL DAY Sunday. I guess I can catch up on some reading. :tongue:

 

[crazycabbie16]

Double post: UPDATE again

Almost everythign is packed, I have my computer left (which will be the very LAST thing), some random stuff that ill just throw a box. I just packed my weed on accident. Buttplugs are secure.

I have a knot the size of a grapefruit in my upper left back. I for sure won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

w00tness :sarcasm:

 

[Klive]

I hate moving, too. I've gotten to the point now that I buy all furniture at cheap chain stores (some Walmarts or similar stores have furniture, iirc). It's shitty, but I'm still in college, so I tell myself it's acceptable. Anyway, the benefit of buying all my shit at these places basically means i can just throw it all out when I move, instead of having to bust my back carrying it around. Wasteful? Whatever.

 

[pink_is_metal]

update:

I've been in for almost a week now. The ghetto is LOUD. I used to live downtown, a mile from a hospital.

The ghetto isn't loud as in sirens and cars, it's loud as in white trash doing fireworks in the middle of the street EVERY fuckign day, their filthy, junkie parents yelling at their crusty kids running around in dirty diapers. I hear fights, kids being beaten, kids chasing eachother, fucking SCREAMING.

I live in a quadplex(building wiht four apartments). Two other apartments are rented besides mine. In the upstairs 3 bedroom, is living two couples about the same age as myself(early 20s). When I was moving my shit in, they saw me take in my hookah. They immediately came downstairs and started talking to me. FUCK! They are all up in my shit. The next night, one of them said, "You're never here! You keep disappearing. Where you here last night?" What teh fuck do you care you creepy fucks?!

So I was in my kitchen the other day and I heard someone say, "I see you." I replied, "Huh?" No one answered, figured they were talking to someone else... then I hear it again. This time, I yell, "ME?!?" "Yep, I see you." I run out of the kitchen (this kinda shit has happened before) and five minutes later it's one of the girls at my back door. "Umm, hi Mandie, Chris wants to smoke a bowl with you." "Umm, not tonight maybe tomorrow."

What the fuck, man. I am the kind of person that loves to leave my windows open all the time for fresh air and entertainment for my kitties. My brother-in-law, who lives across the parking lot, said, "Mandie, you live in the ghetto now, you can't just leave your windows open." WTF?! I don't feel safe, I have to lock shit up before I leave or go to bed. I think it's time to invest in a sexy gun.