Euch, you guys, so ridiculously busy.
Boyfriend has moved all of his stuff in, and now we just have to unpack. Which would be fine, but Jesus Christ. He has so much fucking STUFF. The whole house – the WHOLE HOUSE – is filled with his boxes. (And the shed. He has plans to get rid of some of it, but unless he gets rid off at least half, we’re gonna have a problem fitting). And we were packing as we were moving him (he didn’t even get a mover in – I don’t even want to get into that) so an average box might contain some plates, a jacket, a hat, some computer parts and a shaker of garlic salt. Plus, I need to pack up all my stuff and try and move it so it fits with his, and… oh, god, I’m just not going to talk about it at the moment.
Though we WILL make time to see the Simpsons movie this weekend.
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