pack woman

it's the most wonderful time of the year: free shit time.

if you hadn't heard, free is my favorite price and second is my favorite hand. most of the things you see in my room and/or on my body are items found, handed down or nabbed at thrift stores. i'm weary of anything with cushions, but besides that, i'm all about curbside shopping. i already scored tons of freebies from danny of the deza variety, including (but not limited to) a dank shelving unit, lava lamp and a sweet "in n out" hat, and today i snagged a supremely awesome bureau-turns-desk transformer unit. (holls and i dragged all 7,000 pounds of its awesomeness into my place at 4 in the morning because we found, via mild interrogation of his friend on the street, that somebody was planning on taking it today when he woke up. you snooze, you lose, pal.)

but, you know, it's the best of times and it's the worst of times. i'm pumped to move with holly and k-wright into our new hillside apartment (which, bee tee dubs, is quickly adopting the name "the crackhouse;" i'll leave it to you to decide whether that's 'cause we all have A. crackberries or B. the temperaments of crackheads). but september 1st is going to be interesting at best and terrifying at worst. yanking all this furniture means moving all this furniture, and starting a new apartment means packing this old room -- which i'm supposed to be doing today, including taking down bazillions of disposable cam pics:


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womp womp.

anyway. what i'm saying is: with great responsibility comes great procrastination, and summer as we know it is just about wrapping up, so maybe this blog will come back to life a wee bit, or maybe i'll start a new one, or something.

oh, what, was that a little foreshadow action? we shall seeeeee, amigos. we shall see.