So today I finalized my apartment... It felt alright. I also went to get a quote on a moving truck. That mess is expensive! It's gonna be around $200! Lastly, I asked for help... I hate asking for help. I know how capable I am, but lifting whole pieces of furniture just isn't in my repertoire. This is why I need a strength genetic mutation. Then I could do everything on my own. but oh well.
While I was in my car, I was thinking of how the heck I was gonna get my car & moving truck down to TX. I yelled to myself, "this is why I need a fu$king boyfriend! To help me out with this shyt!" haha, how wrong is it that I think boyfriends are for moving expeditions, lol