Moving Fucking Sucks

yeah so this weekend I get to move to a new apartment and that means carrying records and that fucking blows. I don't have enough crates for all these goddamn records but fuck it I just want to get the fuck out of this goddamn apartment. The new spot is much bigger and has 1.5 baths so that means I no longer have to wait til stef's out of the bathroom to piss. That's probably the thing that has me the most stoked about moving, unrestricted urinating. Oh and I guess moving into a two bedroom is nice too. Fuck this so called one bedroom bullshit that is really a big studio. Fuck San Francisco housing in general, rent in this fucking city is ridiculous, I pay more than my parents mortagage in phx. But as much as that shit sucks living in SF is way better than the fucking desert.

The only thing I'm really looking forward too, well besides the new spot is drinking some What It Do's and Killahoes after we move into the new spot. I agreed to purchase some of these fine liquors for anyone who helped me move so that should be a nice way to close out a day of moving boxes of crap.

Since I'm going to be packing stuff and carrying shit who knows when the fuck I'll be posting on this shit. Lord knows I've been posting like crazy lately so I'm sure my millions of readers will start killing themselves off over their withdrawls

When I was kid I wanted people to play the Geto Boys' "Six Feet Deep" at my funeral. When I got older I thought it was kind of a corny idea, tonight I'm listening to the song again and I think it's an awesome idea again.