This is it kids. I'm packing up my UHaul and leaving Boystown tonight. It's a little sad. Cause you know, I loves the gays. But it's also happy beacause my new room is purpley blue and that makes my heart sing and my soul explode into colorful shiny sprinkles. Lucy is officially FREAKED which means that packing/moving is going well I suppose. My landlord offered me a sweet bribe...yeah. I said no thanks and am excited to get my entire deposit back once I report it to the leasing company. You all should see me, I am covered in dirt. It's really funny, I'm actually dirty the way someone looks in a play when they are trying to make themselves look dirty. Thanks to everyone for ignoring all my calls this week to come help me. Jerks. Don't worry though, I would have too. Jerk. Special hugs to Brannen, Erik, Jacon and Kris for all the help. And special thanks to my inhaler for being nowhere to be found while I fell to the floor having an asthma attack which I havn't had in over a year. (Stress+dust+lots of up and down the stairs carrying things+hot=Asthma) I felt like that scene from "The Hand That Rocks the Cradle" where Payton empties all of Claire's inhalers until Claire is lying on the ground heaving like a dying animal. Except...way less dramatic.
Ok...signing off from Boystown!
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You know I'm too old to help move people.
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