Boxes.

I hate moving. I hate packing. I hate cleaning. I hate painting. Gah! I started packing up my apartment today. Lord in the night, how did I get so much shit! I've only been in my apartment for 16 months. I moved 3 times in 6 months. It sucked. And then I stayed in my apartment for a while. Let's hope I can keep my shit in line at the new house and stay there for a while. After all the work I'm going to put in the damn thing, it would take a massive fire, life altering illness, or a lottery win to get me out of that house in the next 2 years. I hate boxes. They look so ominous. "Your life is so insignificant that I can pack it all away and it will be like you never existed!" Yuck. I hate having shit boxed up while I'm trying to live somewhere. How homey is that? "Where are all your movies?" Answer "Oh in the 3rd box from the left, 2nd down." Jesus. Moving also makes you take stock in your life. Did I really buy that many clothes? Is it possible that I have entire box of candles? And another of picture frames? I hate unnecessary shit. However, the more boxes I pack, the more I seem to realize I have! 2 boxes of pots and pans? What the fuck. I love to cook, but I don't ever have the damn time. I suppose at least I have plenty of cupboard space in the new house. Did you know how much paint cost? Fucking A! Oh did I mention that I love to hang things on the wall? All over. My paintings, other artist work, metal decorative thingies, pictures, candle sconce thingies, little coffee cup artists decorator thingies, excetera. It always looks phenomenal. It makes the space feel more like mine. Guess what? That means there are about a million little fucking holes in my walls that have to be filled in. Fuck it! Oh yes. I hate cleaning. I went and spent $25 on cleaning supplies. Liquids to remove the gross stuff. That is outrageous! I'm scared of my bathroom floor. I think that the over spray from my "Extra Hold" hairspray does wonders to "Extra Hold" grime to the tile. The Swifter can only handle so much! I have a feeling this is going to be a hands and knees kind of job. Yuck! Oh and the massive amounts of hair that I loose daily? Drain. Correction. Not so drain. Gah! I hate moving! I wish there were people you could hire to do all this. Ah yes! There is! It's how much? Are you fucking crazy? I can do that shit myself! (As I cry "doing the shit myself" I curse my pride and penny pinching. If I can spend $300 on a designer handbag I can pay someone to clean this shit up!) Ok. I'm done. Until tomorrow morning when I get up and look at all those fucking boxes and get pissed off again. Fuck.