Crap All Around The Apartment,
I fucking hate you. Where did you come from? Did I buy all of you? Were you given to me?
Do I really need all of you?
Why are you making this stupid move so difficult for me? I can't find the right size boxes to accomodate you, and every night when I get off work, I swear you move and multiply during the day, because there always seems to be more Crap than before.
I am about 5 fucking seconds from becoming a minimalist and chucking you all out the damn window.
Think about that...
Packing and Pissed,
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