Everything being packed up in boxes is really, really uncool. I mean it's kind of fun to have new things to jump on (boxes, of course) but really, is this necessary? I smell change in the air and I don't like it! Anyways yesterday the fuzzy dude got under my bed and wouldn't leave. He was totally freaking out. I watched the whole thing bemusedly, but eventually all the freaking out was pretty catching. Besides, this chaos is totally a good excuse to do whatever I want! Time to curl up on the nice, warm cable box and wait for mom to get home. Perhaps tonight will be as eventful as last night. If not, I will wake them up like five times. Ha.

Leave a Comment