I’m starting to think the ONE and ONLY benefit of being an incredibly pathetic fucking LOSER is that you will never know just how incredibly exhausting it is owning so much stuff! I mean, it is really impossible to wrap one’s head around just how MUCH stuff I have managed to fit into this amazing little apartment of mine! And yes, lol My apartment is on the small side, as you may know… size just isn’t My main criteria. For an apartment that is, OMFG – you and your teeny clitty are STILL shit out of luck, fuckface, so don’t even.
You would think packing up all My countless belongings is a job for slaves, and obviously the heavy lifting *will* be handled by brainless peons, but of course My possessions are too precious to be pawed over by perverts. I do wish My favorite kitty Kat was here to bend over b- uhhh, I mean help Me packing up boxes?? *POUT*
But even though it is terrible time consuming, I do like packing in a way, since virtually all of My many possessions bring up such hilarious memories for Me… memories of past humiliations I put you losers through, like all those pints of delicious warm piggy piss you faggots have been priviliged to drink so you could fill up My lingerie drawers with tiny slips of silk and lace you could never hope to touch… not to mention literally counltess Amazon certificates – I mean, I always tell Myself I’ll get around to adding up just how much piggie money I spend, one of these days just for fun, but *somehow* I’m always just too busy to care. That’s for you to deal with on your credit card bill isn’t it fuckface? Haha that’s right.
So just keep those dollars rolling in puppets, you know I’ve got a LOT of shopping to do in Cali.
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