boxing's been good to me, howard

Spent yesterday packing up my stuff. It's amazing how it all fits so well on my bookcase & shelves, but when you see it all boxed up, it looks like there will be no room to put any of it anywhere. My room is a strange half-empty place now, no Björk poster on the wall, no books or movies on the shelves, and yes... since i'm bringing my favorite sheets with me, there are Superfriends sheets on my bed. Fortunately (I guess) no one will be seeing my bed till I leave, so my shame shall be unknown. Except that I just outed myself to the world at large on my blog. (The world at large, apparently meaning the 4 people who actually visit this) It's starting to really hit me, I think, that on Saturday, in the wee hours of the morning I'll be saying goodbye to my mom & brother. This is so not cool. I wish I could convince them to come on up, too, because I'm leaving my two best friends behind. *sigh* So, this week is full of Last Suppers, which is going to be sad.

Not sad? Tonight. My last closing at the store. This weekend I closed Saturday & Sunday- we got out at 1:15/1:21, so both nights were sort of hell. One of the managers who closed told me I should call from my new store to say "It's 11:30 and we're leaving already!" I told him that my new store is only open until 10:00. He cursed and spat at me. BWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!

rick
listening to Natasha Bedingfield. god help me.