I'm sitting on the floor on a few pillows, wearing a heather grey wifebeater and a tanga, drinking Chardonnay out of the bottle and eating pepperoni slices out of the plastic container. The computer is on a filing cabinet. The keyboard and monitor are on an ottoman. My apartment looks like a frat house during finals week after a bunch of chicks from Belize left suddenly without their lingerie, shoes or makeup. Chaos. Utter fucking chaos.
Packing for this move is not going to be easy.
If you are bored and not easily disturbed come on over. I need the help. Oh . . . . . bring smokes. I'm almost out.