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The movers are here.

I am still shocked at what was under my couch…
17 rawhides buried by my creatures.
2 pairs of slippers.
a broken wine glass????
7 tennis balls (creatures again)
dust
dust
dirt
bottle of lotion.
panties.
magazine (nothing good Keith)
my diary. hehe.

One of the movers smells like a rotten cheeseburger and its making me nauseous.

I tossed about 5,000 things into my bedroom this morning thinking I would throw stuff out and go through things… Not sure the door will open.

Where did all this crap come from?

3 glasses of cheap pink sweet wine into my night.

11 boxes packed.

8 bags of trashed hauled to the curb.

Two sets of mattresses in the hallway ready to be taken to the truck.

I am almost 35. Why am I dragging around so much crap? Seriously. We just moved a half of a year ago and I have boxes that are unopened and nothing really missing from my daily trek through life.

My Mother’s condition worsens.

My financial condition worsens.

My relationship remains stable and loving but in a holding pattern…

Its 9 freakin thirty and the movers will be here in 11.5 hours.

I am moving back from the burbs where I can escape my neighbors and friends at all times. I will be forced to see them all on a freakin daily basis. The grocery store. The dogpark. The f*cking coffee house.

I will be doing my duty as a child. I will be saving for a house and more freedom. I will be going to school.

Did I mention that I have decided to become a Veterinarian? Thats right. The school that is more difficult to get into than medical school. No stress. Really.

Found a stash of tomato boxes left over from the farmers market. Good for picture frames and DVD’s.

I won’t be able to escape my friends.

My friends will be closer.

My f*cking shrink will be 5 blocks away.

My dogs will love going for runs over the bridge and around the monuments. They will miss the yard but I think they would rather be with me while I trudge through a workout than in a yard alone while I cook dinner.

I will be closer to my Grandparents and the baby.

I won’t be able to escape my Grandparents and the baby.

I should probably shut up and finish packing.

I just tossed every magazine I own, all clothing I don’t love and books I will never read.
Thank you Oprah.

Before I start my rant. This sad human being gets props for being nice to little people.

New York actually tried to win the hand of Flavor flav. Thats right – the virus with the giant clock around his neck… He is a mystery to me.

So that is really strike one against NY. When it didn’t work out she was really heartbroken.

I didn’t know until I had watched the first 3 episodes back to back of I Love New York 2 one saturday that this person was NOT a drag queen. I shit you not.

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I started to wonder around episode 4. Her mother seems to refer to her as a girl. BUT CAN THIS BE TRUE???? Her mother is a little masculine too!

I realized that she is either a woman or a post-op trany. (Clue – she talks about paying for her breasts…) Good for her. I don’t discriminate. But by then I was hooked on the show. Its like TV rubbernecking – the uglier the accident, the more I want to stare.

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At the start of the show there were several decent bachelors… and some freaks of nature (not you midget Mac – you were very very cool).

It would seem that K-Fed has cousins or siblings that are on this show. White/Black trash from the streets… But the woman (man) trany – WHATEVER was seemingly more attracted to the trash!

INEXPLICABLE

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I have recently had an intervention from some friends and have stopped watching the show (but I will sooo watch the finale). But the question still looms… Man or woman? I still can not tell!!!

Could someone please enlighten me? And if she is indeed a post-op trany – she should admit it and be proud of herself!

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