|Good bye beautiful palm trees wrapped in pink roses I pass every day. i love each of you like a sister.|
Anyway, I left work after having asked every person I came into contact with where in the F I am to get boxes. Turns out a lot of places have them - I hit up a place on Haight and scored 7 big boxes. 70 bones later (seriously!? for a few pieces of cardboard. damnit) "You have a car? You'll need a car - you won't be able to carry these home," the albino package man behind the counter warned me. "I got it! I'm strong," I assured him. As I stumbled past concerned customers, tripping my way out the door and trying to navigate my way toward the sidewalk I realized I was helpless. Even the homeless people on the street I always try to be nice to when I pass were laughing at me. (Really Joel? i thought we were friends.) I finally surrendered and crammed myself into a small taxi with my ginormous boxes. 4 hours later - I am almost finished. And I did it without a boyfriend. And you were right mom, it wasn't easy.
On a brighter note, I am headed to Florida (I won't say where in Florida because my brother hates when people name drop this location) for some much needed rest and relaxation. See you soon Kristal and Mrs. Kristal!
have a twinkling evening. xo, Nige