unpacked

I gotta move out of my apartment in like two weeks and I haven't even started packing or anything. Mainly because I'm lazy plus I am going to have to give like everything I own away, which is hard for me because EVERYTHING IS IMPORTANT, Y'ALL. I'm thinking of just dragging the furniture out onto the hill with a sign that says FREE and hoping someone will show up and haul it off.

Three months and it's bye-bye Boonetown. I am having a hard time accepting this even though my job sucks and I don't have any really close friends here anymore and even if I stayed doesn't mean Dan and I would still be together anyway though breaking up, which I'm assuming we will inevitably do before I leave, depending on where I go or what happens, sucks major fucking balls.

All in all, I am depressed and lonely and so very very very very lost. And confused. And bored, and stifled, and sick, and blah blah blah. Whiney! Did I mention whiney?

Mom is coming up memorial day weekend to take some of my books which I do not want to give away, precious children of mine they are, and maybe some other stuff. Does anyone need furniture? I have a tiny desk, a kitchen table, a round end table, a tv stand with a little shelf in it, a full size dresser, and a futon. Everything is free though the futon is in really nice shape and $20 would be sweet for it. But mostly I just need these things out of my life (uh, but not the futon until after the 16th). So yeah. Free shit but you have to get it yourself.

I NEED TO TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND LET GO, Y'ALL.

Sent my Korea application in yesterday. If no go, then what comes August? Movin' in with one of the rents until I can afford to go somewhere badass I guess.

Life is poop.