Moved the last of my shit out of here. Was nearly loved to death by my codependent cat who has had to suffer without me all week. Got kind of sick from the anxiety of being in this house again. Had neighbors stare at me as I struggled to pack my van to the ceiling. No offers of assistance. Smiled back at their stares as I cursed them out in my mind.
Now I am going to ride off into the sunset, er, the midday sun. I'll wear my sunglasses so it will feel like I'm riding off into the sunset. That creates more of a "fuck you fate, you can't fuck with me any more" moment, doesn't it? Blast some obnoxious music, roll down the windows, yeah...It would be way cooler if I wasn't in a minivan...hmm I've got to plan these dramatic scenes better In the future.