Fuck it! I’m getting out of this fucking place for seven full days and exploring new territory, I get to see my two brothers-from-other-mothers which is always a good thing, and I am at the very least putting another step behind me, as painfully slow and frustrating as it’s been. If I keep waiting around for the “perfect” time to make the move happen I’ll never get out of this liberal-progressive socialist Utopian shithole. As it is I’m already over a month behind schedule and I mean a month behind when I was supposed to be towing my truck behind a Uhaul loaded with everything I own and heading eastbound to my new home. I still have to set all of that up when I get back from this little
vacation recon mission. Fuck, I don’t know what I was thinking. Obviously I wasn’t thinking at all. This is a bigger move than any I have ever made in my life and I did a piss-poor job of planning it out. All I knew is that I just wanted to get the fuck out of here and everything else be damned! I guess the stress that I’m feeling right now is making up for the little to none that I felt these last couple months when I wasn’t doing shit.
Well it’s 01:50 and I need to pack my suitcase and carry-on bag and then get my ass to bed. I wonder how much shit I’ll forget to pack this time? It’s too bad I can’t get a job being a professional procrastinator because I have mad professionalcrastination skills that could crastinate circles around any so-called ‘pro’ out there. I’ll have to tell you about that some other time…
Brothers Paul and kerrcarto, I’ll see you two fucks soon. The first few rounds are on me.