Are we there yet?

[zebralittle52]

*thud!* Ok, no more moving for today. Two changes of clothes and two showers later, I've managed to make a small dent in all the crap that's been squirreled away over the last 4 years.

Not having a heart attack while hauling boxes up those friggin' stairs... Good

Banging the top of my head on the car's frame while wrestling boxes, right on the lump where the doc cut me open not a week and a half before... Bad. Very Bad. Colossally, astoundingly, astronomically bad. Thank god for vicodin.

< whine > I've got young, healthy, strong-type guys living in my head, why can't they help me mooooove? < /whine >

Comments

[bears-place.livejournal.com]

Yeowch!

Careful of the head there...

And men are never around when there's something useful they can be doing.

>_<

-Jada

[giogio.livejournal.com]

Ah, so my preferred method of moving goes something like this:

- get rid of current apartment
- inform one of the hapless ex-boyfriends that I'll be staying on his couch while looking for a new apartment.
- annoy the shit out of him for a few days.
- announce I've found the perfect apartment, but unless somebody'll paint it/do weird maintenance/help me carry things up three flights of stairs, etc. (take your pick!) I just won't be able to sign the lease and will have to keep on looking...

Strangely, this has always worked quite well. They'll do just about anything to get me off their couches ;-)