I just need a job.
Badly.
My sister started packing yesterday. Like, seriously packing, with boxes and tape and everything. The closet is half empty, the bookshelf is half empty. My SOUL is half empty. Seeing everything in boxes really brings to mind exactly what we own, what really belongs to us. As a kid, most of what you have is owned by your parents. I guess a mark of growing up is having your own belongings, having the ability to pack things up into boxes and label them as "mine." I still don't have a lot that's mine, but it continues to grow bigger and bigger every year.
Oh, and the new House of Heroes album is spectacular. You should probably go listen to it.
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