This weekend's objective: PACK LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW!
It sucks, there's so much shit, like...everywhere. I bet I could fit everything I own into about six boxes, but Jeff has way too much shit. Between the guitars and keyboards and amplifiers and bongs and computer shit and video game crap, it's gonna take freaking forever to pack it all and he hasn't even started. He'll wait until the last minute then start throwing shit around like a madman until he has an asthma attack then he'll smoke up and watch TV while I pack his shit. MARK MY WORDS! Like dating a 2 year old with a really expensive pot addiction and the worst smelling balls in town.
Anyway, I went to Big Lots and spent $56 on storage containers, so that should keep me busy for a while. Oh look, I'm blogging about packing. I kick fucking ass, you guys.
Here's something: I went to KFC to get chicken strips for dinner and when I pulled up to pay, the dude's all "Don't forget we sell grilled chicken now! I put a piece in the bag for you to try!" (he was excited.) I thought that was cool 'cause I did wanna try it but not bad enough to pay for it. Anyway, I got home and it was a thigh, gross. I am a very elitist white-meat only chicken eater. So I pulled the skin off cause I was gonna stick it on my face like Jim Carrey in The Cable Guy (or just eat it...) but it was weird and slimy, so I just threw it away.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I appreciate the effort, Colonel Sanders, but please try harder. This might do better in other markets, but we have El Pollo Loco here so all other grilled chicken can take a fucking hike, brother.
Let's see...chicken, packing, yeah, I think I covered all my bases here. I guess I'll go get started. SIGH.