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26 August 2004 @ 12:22 pm
Status Report  
When do you leave?: Tomorrow.
How much do you have to pack?: Oh.....mountains.
How much *have* you packed?: .....*kicks at dirt* You know. Stuff.
Define 'stuff': Nothing, all right, nothing! Jeez. You happy now?
What have you done this morning?: I made the perfect cup of coffee. And also watched Dawson's Creek. Jack, apparently, is gay. Huh. Who knew?
And your plans for the afternoon?: Shopping.
So you plan to introduce more things into your packing pool?: Shuttup. I need it.
Need?: ....want. No, no, need, damn you!
You expect us to believe that?: Yes. Yes. I do.
Why?: Mainly because....hey! Look over there! A distraction!
So tonight you'll be packing then?: I -- well -- after the hanging out. With my friends.
How long will that last?: Possibly hours and hours.
So you'll leave yourself how long to pack?: I....damn. I have no idea.
This is bad, bad planning. You realize that, right?: *shoulders slump* Yes.
the opposite of batmanpearl_o on August 26th, 2004 09:45 am (UTC)
*random snug*
What the hell is up with the mummy?!: cheese! ruins! lives!serialkarma on August 26th, 2004 09:58 am (UTC)
I saw that episode this morning too! Shocked, I was! Also, I really cannot understand why people used to watch that show. I don't understand why *I* watched that show, however briefly. Those kids don't talk like kids. It annoys the shit out of me.

sorry. I'll nip this rant in the bud, shall I?
when she smiles it's like a revelation: Stephen Colbert - Damn Rightfox1013 on August 26th, 2004 11:50 am (UTC)
You watched Dawson's Creek!

*twirls you*

Packing is overrated. Just remember: if you don't pack it, buy it there!

the Bad Advice Society
Qqe2 on August 26th, 2004 04:00 pm (UTC)
Jack is GAY? oh, the horror, the horror...
In all seriousness, I second fox1013 on the buying-it-there thing, at least as a pressure-release option. When I am the Winner of the Day in the not-packing Olympics - which happens with some frequency - I start with the stuff I absolutely must have to go wherever I'm going and pack out in circles from there. Usually the inner sphere contains exactly four things: my wallet (including my debit card); my camera; my ticket (if I'm taking a plane/train) or keys (if I'm driving); and a bar of dark chocolate. Everything else is gravy.

Don't worry, honey. You'll get it done. ::stranger snug::