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angelchickenThe best part of moving?
A peek into AngelChicken's inner monologue:
"Hmmmm, what should I have for dinner. I am too tired to cook. But I should get rid of the leftovers. I could have pasta. Boy, do I want pizza. But I should real- oooh! Thai! I should really get some pad Thai as it's the last time I'm going to get take out from Planet Thai, maybe in forever!"
- this is certainly a persuasive argument and one that I have been using frequently in the past week or so. Back to the inner monologue -
"AC!" says my responsible side, "Listen up, chump! You may have money in your account right now but that is for the movers and your eventual new closet! Remember that? The place where you will hang your clothes, as your new apartment doesn't actually have said place! Save your cash. There's Thai in Brooklyn. Cook the Angel Hair. Save a buck!
"*Sigh*. Fine. Yes I'll be responsible. I know that there is no reason I should be getting take out, even though I'm moving in five days. I can be a grown up."
- Hark! A light bulb appears above AngelChicken's head. A thought? No. A realization! -
"Hey rational side? Being all think-y? What was it you decided to pack up completely and totally last night? That's right! All the pots and pans!! Nice job, slick!"
- AngelChicken trots happily into Planet Thai -
~fin~
Something else interesting re: moving.
No matter how much crap you think you have, you're wrong. You have much, much more.
Ooooh! And did I tell you I got hit on the other day? By a cop? Over the loudspeaker in his car? Like, I was walking down the street and suddenly this cop car pulls beside me and the one of the cops gets on the horn and "Hello"'s me with the innuendo and suggestiveness and stuff. For all the street to hear.
Heh. That was fun.
And now, back to the grind. Well, after I read the newest Pierced!Verse bit.
A peek into AngelChicken's inner monologue:
"Hmmmm, what should I have for dinner. I am too tired to cook. But I should get rid of the leftovers. I could have pasta. Boy, do I want pizza. But I should real- oooh! Thai! I should really get some pad Thai as it's the last time I'm going to get take out from Planet Thai, maybe in forever!"
- this is certainly a persuasive argument and one that I have been using frequently in the past week or so. Back to the inner monologue -
"AC!" says my responsible side, "Listen up, chump! You may have money in your account right now but that is for the movers and your eventual new closet! Remember that? The place where you will hang your clothes, as your new apartment doesn't actually have said place! Save your cash. There's Thai in Brooklyn. Cook the Angel Hair. Save a buck!
"*Sigh*. Fine. Yes I'll be responsible. I know that there is no reason I should be getting take out, even though I'm moving in five days. I can be a grown up."
- Hark! A light bulb appears above AngelChicken's head. A thought? No. A realization! -
"Hey rational side? Being all think-y? What was it you decided to pack up completely and totally last night? That's right! All the pots and pans!! Nice job, slick!"
- AngelChicken trots happily into Planet Thai -
~fin~
Something else interesting re: moving.
No matter how much crap you think you have, you're wrong. You have much, much more.
Ooooh! And did I tell you I got hit on the other day? By a cop? Over the loudspeaker in his car? Like, I was walking down the street and suddenly this cop car pulls beside me and the one of the cops gets on the horn and "Hello"'s me with the innuendo and suggestiveness and stuff. For all the street to hear.
Heh. That was fun.
And now, back to the grind. Well, after I read the newest Pierced!Verse bit.
