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In theory, large men come tomorrow to cart my earthly possessions away.

For my part, I have completely lost touch with reality. I have slept maybe 20 hours in the last week, and I'm channeling Apu from the Simpsons when he thought he was a hummingbird. I cannot tell what day it is, what happened yesterday, today, or last week, and if you ask me something, I will stare at you.

I have moved maybe 35, 40 times in my life -- 18 times before I went to college. I am heartily sick of moving. I have boxes I haven't unpacked since 1992. I never want to see cardboard or sticky tape again. I want something to be somewhere long enough so I have to dust the fucker, whatever it is.

I have to pack the computer now. For someone who originally didn't want one, who resisted email and the internet kicking and screaming, I find it's like pulling a jack from my brain. When I just can't carry on my part of the conversation in person, I find I can still type. Even strung out and tired, there are some little automatic things I can do on the internet, and it is its own opiate.

Good thing I have the laptop or I'd just wander in front of the house, lost, wearing kleenex boxes on my feet like Howard Hughes. Let's hope there's wireless hotspots or I'm just gonna have to commit a home-invasion spree. Hey, maybe I'll be famous and in the news.

If I go to prison, will they make me pack my stuff or will they do it for me?

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dameroksanne
Oct. 17th, 2008 04:29 am (UTC)
When people go to prison I sell all their shit.

The only way you get more stuff is in prison. If someone on the outside loves you they can put money in the commissary account for you to buy shower shoes and hotel soap. If nobody loves you-be on your best behavior and then you can work in prison and get paid in credits. Failing that just beat down bitches for their shit.

You can also buy yarn from the prison catalog but it is all poly because....its fucking prison. It is supposed to be PUNISHMENT.

How do I know all this? WELL I am a repo woman and I live in the hip pocket of the ghetto.
ladycaviar
Oct. 17th, 2008 12:43 pm (UTC)
Wow. Here I am thinking "here's something so far out of reality people will obviously think it's funny" but nooo, I have to have the friends who not only have the answers, they've done it and they know. Hah on me.

Serves me right, too. I can't tell you how many times I've done that to everyone else, too, with my weird and arcane experience.