Movers Come Today
I finally left my creepy apartment today. I stayed there for almost two months. The place had a generally icky vibe and far away from any part of town I wanted to live in or spend time in. (30th and Mission). I only got the place so my ex could come visit and stay with me. (And, as it turned out, have our relationship crumble before my eyes in such tragic and ironic ways that it’s hilarious.)
The place makes you feel like you’re being watched. It gives you a feeling like someone was just beaten to death with a pipe before you got there and the killer is in a closet eying you while he chews happily on the corpse’s severed genitals.
So I’m glad to be out of there. Today, the movers will come to my storage space to pick up my stuff. I spent a lot of time in the last few days packing and organizing the haphazard mess. (I’m wont to create haphazard messes.)
I also found some treasure. Pistachios and quarters, ya’ll!
This unpaid laborer helped me pack my things.
The Duck of Shame will travel with me, to mete out justice on unworthy roommates with his baleful gaze.
This packing tape says “split resistant” on it. So of course it split every time I tried to peel some of it off.
Nifty.
