Fuck Packing!

My mood has shifted dramatically. I fucking hate packing. This sucks. I am so over this. Can't I just throw shit in boxeds and I will just figure it out when I get there? I think it might just come to that. I don't want to do this anymore. It isn't fun. I thought it was fun. It's not. I am down to all the papers and shit. All the drawers full of just, stuff. I hate that part. I think I just need to stop for the day.

I hate the boxes I have too. They are so odd shaped and there aren't enough of them. I hate not having enough boxes. That sucks. I have to be all worried that enogh stuff goes in each. And since they are weird sizes i have to gauge what is going to fit in what AND I CAN'T DO THAT!!! I am mentally incapable of doing that and it is getting really fucking frustrating.

I am also totally bored. Liek I know even if I stop this lame ass packing I am doing, I will still be bored. In fact, i will probably be more bored. I just wish I could move tomorrow. Then I could just spend the rest of the day finishing up and then I could get the hell out of here. I am over my apartment. iams tarting to hate it. It is huge, yes, but it is also kinda ghetto in spots. I don't want ghetto anymore. I want nice and clean and new and matching and not slanted. I want all of my cabinets to shut easily. I want there to be more than one drawer in the god damn kitchen. I don;t even want to go in my kitchen here anymore.

Dude, I am fucking pissed off. Maybe I need to go back to listening to trance and turn off the jungle I am listening to.
By the way - my desk? All this shit is getting thrown into a box. I don't give a fuck.