Everything you own is under scrutiny. Do you need it? Want it? Do you wanna put together one more fucking box or just throw the shit away??
Moving when you have no plan, even more stressful.
Do I stay? Do I get a roommate? Do I put an advert on Craiglist and hope I don't get murdered??
Who the hell owns this many pairs of shoes? Where the fuck did this third hand mixer come from? And how do I not make enough money to hire someone to do this for me??
I'm exhausted, cranky and needy. There are VERY few people in my life that can handle me under these circumstances.
The short list doesn't seem to include a man with muscles, or access to a moving truck... I need a husband. Le sigh.
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