Moving

if you ask me, the act of moving is one of the most frustrating ventures any household can set themselves to. though people have been doing it for ages, we've yet to discover the proper way to do it. maybe by expressing myself here, I will somehow make next week's move more bearable.
this will be a 3-part mini-series on moving. I'll begin with some of the more frustrating aspects of moving. later, I'll go into some theories of moving Then, I will conclude with whatever I'm thinking when I get to the conclusion.
1) BOXES: roughly put, boxes piss me off. I hate the shape, I hate the smell, I hate the color, I hate the feeling of a dry cardboard box against my skin. really, how could somebody manage to combine so many unattractive and useless qualities together into one product. the only thing product that seems more a mistake than boxes is the Ford Pinto - and the only reason it's worse that the cardboard box is because cardboard boxes don't explode when you bump them. at least they have that going for them.
2) DUST: look, we usually keep a relatively clean house, but one can't clean every corner every day, you know? so I'm here picking up old books off the shelf and moving furniture around and stirring up dust like Bob Marley. what's worse is that the dust morphs from benign to malignant in seconds. one moment it's just sitting there in the corner not bothering anybody and the next, it's flying up, up, up into the air and diving back down like a Japanese Kamikaze pilot coked out of his mind. speaking of that, why didn't we just line our ships with cardboard boxes as a deterrent?
3) SWEAT: look, there are very few good reasons to sweat and moving my shit from one place to another is not one of them. sex is a good reason, but not moving. in fact, if during the act of sex I can somehow manage to NOT move OR sweat, it's heaven. but as much as I hate moving, I'll do it if it means I get to have sex. hell, I'd even go for sweaty sex in a dusty cardboard box...
that's all I got for now. peace.