New Lease on Life
I have no computer, so I post this via ESP.
I have a new lease on life… or at least on a condo. Although I managed to rip another pair of jeans (apparently it’s a price I pay), the move was smoother this time, and thanks to Dave, I now think of Ex-Lax when I think of smooth moves.
You think there’s no snow in California? I don’t have cable until Friday; I see plenty of snow on my television set, and it’s beautiful!
I was inundated by mortgage spam over the weekend of my move—at least 10 of the exact same one, even. Uncanny. Simply uncanny. I also got one for penis enlargement, and you know… I simply don’t know how to tie that one into my move. I really don’t.
Well, wait a minute… if my carrying those big heavy boxes around can be considered “dick waving” then I guess I do.
We’ll get back to the regular programming and e-mail responding as soon as I get my computer set up. In the meantime, send housewarming presents.
Update: Scary is finding out at work that the loud beeping sound you heard in the morning as you left for the office is the smoke detector from the unit above your new place… all this, after you had just spent a hard weekend moving all of your precious stuff there.
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3 thoughts on “New Lease on Life”
I have no beeping noises above my apartment, just the sound of a small herd of children easily mistaken for wildabeasts.
I personally would prefer the beeping.
…and as for stuff: on my last move i threw out enough ‘stuff’ to fill a dumpster.
(as in filled from empty to full)
…i still wonder if i should have kept some of the contents of my 3 junk drawers. Hmmmm…
Re: your spam. The penis was to "drive home" the mortgages. Grab your ankles and smile!
Gee, Saen… that’s a lot of stuff!
Dave? I’m so sore from the move, I don’t think I can bend over. However, I can crumple easily to the floor and cry… or at the very least, kneel and moan.
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