ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

dance like no one is watching
love like you'll never be hurt
sing like no one is listening
live like it's heaven on earth
-william purkey

you can either die living, or live dying. it's really just up to you.
-quinn nakayama

le laztiggre agrees with mr. nakayama (funny how that works eh?) and he like's the former rather than the latter. and is about 17 hours from making it happen.

after 5 days of hectic packing and moving (80% procrastination, 10% moping around refusing to accept that his crap won't pack and move itself, 10% complaining and bitching, 5% of actual packing and moving... wait... doesn't that make 105%? well... you see... while 5% of the complaining and bitching is done in solitude of any other activity, the other 5% of complaining and bitching is simultaneous with the 5% of actual packing and moving, so... yeah. it all adds up juuuust fine), le laztiggre is finally able to come back to his blog to give you tidbits of knowledge about packing and moving:

1) taking apart IKEA furniture is just as hard as putting them together (have you noticed that you always have extra pieces when you put it together? funny thing is that you find extra pieces when you take it apart... uh oh...); 2) boxes are NEVER big enough to hold your ish together; 3) you can have the exact same amount of stuff, and yet somehow, the 5'x7' storage space is JUST as packed as a 5'x700' storage space...; 4) wait... what piece of IKEA furniture did this screw come from...; 5) crying doesn't help pack nor help move things, no matter how hard i tried to make it do so; 6) i'm coming up with another tidbit of information just for writing a tidbit of information; 7) seriously, if i had to pack and move on a professional basis... i'd determine if i could learn how to fly by jumping out of a 30 story window before i hit ground zero; and finally, 8) no matter how much crap you throw away, each piece of junk seemingly multiplies as you toss it, and magically reappears in your 'to pack' pile.

ok. i'm done. san francisco, you've been good to me, i love you, we'll see you in 4 months. peace out my lovely home city, paris ain't got *explitive* on you.

-q

PS: the picture above (taken before we moved in the bed mattress and 500 other boxes) was blatantly and disgracefully stolen from grace's blogsite, at http://gracecarmel.blogspot.com