Tuesday, May 09, 2006
or
Continental Drift
I know what you're thinking. How can I be expected to find time to blog when my life is such a whirlwind of self-aggrandizing anecdotes. I know, I know. But somehow, gentle readers, I have found the time to grace you once again with my ruminations.
And a moving GIF of me smoking hooka. Tee hee! Look at that! Cartoon Larkin gets an apple-flavored nicotine fix!
Suck it. Suck it like your mother used to!
But seriously, moving out of the old apartment and into the new one is proving difficult. I have to actually, you know, work. Put stuff in boxes. My worldly possessions - the ungrateful pieces of crap they are - apparently don't pack themselves. *sigh*
You know, if only I were independantly wealthy, I could just throw everything away and shop for new stuff whenever I needed something. Or hire slave boys to pack it for me. Somebody order me a fuckin' palanquin!
