Packing is a bitch!!

God damn! Can I just say that packing is a bitch!

I spent the entire weekend packing all my stuff into boxes... well not all weekend.

I did manage to go out one night with the girls and dance it up at 80s night at Transit. Love it!

Nothing beats dancing Wham, Europe, Sir Mixalot, Salt n' Pepa, the list goes on.

But after I wander through the door at 3am and then slept in till 11am, I couldn't avoid the packing any more.

Well I did avoid for a few more hours until I had to start and within a few hours I strained my back and ended up watching DVDs and being creative. I bought some buttons and fabric and sewed new things onto old jumpers... to spruce things up.

I hate packing.

It's such a pain in the arse.

It's the second time I have had to pack in one year... and the year isn't even over yet. Not even close!

Still, I am moving into my own place.

My own home.

My space.

No one, and I mean no one, will be allowed in if they are critical, mean, a clean freak, feel threatened by me, or people who don't like my friends, my boyfriends or even me.

My happy place.

I can do what I please.

I am actually finally getting excited about moving into my own home.

I have waited eight months to move in and now its finally here.

Eight long freaking months!

I must sign off as I have to go back to packing... again!