Because sometimes a status update just isn't enough.

Because sometimes a status update just isn't enough.

02 August 2012

There is no joy in Mudville...

Whenever I move out of a place, the first thing I do is take all my pictures down.  It's like my little way of breaking it to myself gently that this is no longer my home.

Yesterday I found out that we are moving sooner than I'd originally thought, which means that the first thing I did today was take all the pictures down and then stare at the walls.  It instantly feels like someone else's house.  

I wonder why that is.  The rest of my shit is still in place, but the walls are bare...

Dani doesn't live here anymore.

Even the dogs feel it.

Maisy is clinging to me like a baby monkey (which means I've stepped on her/tripped over her at least 15 times) and Javi is hiding under the couch.

And I'm crying like a little bitch because I really, really hate moving.  Hate.  Hate so damn much.  And for a while, my life is going to totally suck.  This I know with absolute certainty.

There's no funny today and may not be for a while... currently my life is seemingly spiraling out of control and there doesn't seem to be much I can do to stop it.  My personal crisis is painful and there just doesn't seem to be any way that I can put a positive spin on it right this second, so until I am done throwing myself a pity party, there will be no bloggety-blogging, as I hate writing down depressing stuff just as much as most people dislike reading it.

Plus I hate it when I'm a whine-ass.

Dammit... I KNEW I shouldn't have wished for Death By Meteor!!

Peace out, home skillets... I'll be back.

Maybe with happy pills... yes?

Every fucking cloud, yo.


  1. I do the same. And when I move in to a new place the FIRST thing I do is put up pictures and art, even before I unpack anything else, so it feels like home. I'm sorry you're moving. I LOATHE moving. Which is why I finally hunkered down and bought a house. I can't be a nomad anymore, which is kind of stinky, but I am comfortable in my space.

  2. We can be partners in misery this month since I have to start packing to be out of our place on August 31.

    And of course, it's none of my business, but I totally want to know where and why you're moving because 1) I'm a nosey bitch, and 2) I somehow doubt that your situation is the trainwreck everyone is going to make it out to be in their head.

    Spill it lady. It's cathartic.

  3. I hope everything works out for you really, really soon because I love your blog and I need new posts from you to make me laugh and keep me entertained. Yeah, I'm selfish like that. Best of luck with everything though!

  4. We're packing our house for an impending sale & move. I've taken down all my artwork/photos so I could paint. It looks like someone else's house.
    I hate that things aren't the greatest right now. Hurry back!! I'll miss you!! ((HUGS))

  5. Hope we see you soon! Send out a cupcake signal when you can to let us know you're ok! xox

  6. Damn... I hope things improve... QUICKLY. Because I love reading your blog and I'm selfish.

    Hugs to the infinity power,


  7. I'm so sorry you're having to move and feeling out of control right now. Praying that it'll get better for you and Dan. Hope to see you post again soon! *hugs* I've grown to love reading your thoughts over the last few months and I look forward to more. <3

  8. Ugh. I'm sorry! Moving is so stressful. I would totally help out if we were on the same coast.

    Ok, I probably wouldn't be of much help, but I'd play with your dogs and keep them out from underfoot while you pack.


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