Packing up the good ship lollypop, aka my turquoise suitcase

I've just spend the morning (and a good part of the early afternoon) reading Charitable Getting by Sam Starbuck, and despite never having been involved in the non-profit sector - or even worked in an office environment (yet) - I am thoroughly enjoying the book.  Even if I keep shaking my head at the references to the authors own life.  :D  It's a funny read and I just want to keep reading, despite having Things To Do this afternoon.

For instance, I'm moving house.  Well, sort of.  I'm packing up my things and going to stay with another friend.  I feel a little bad, abandoning this place, but my hosts have been spectacular (despite one of them being out of country again), and I know they're going to have company again, and I kind of feel like I'm going to (or have?) wear out my welcome.  So pack up I must, and I want to tidy up the place before my one remaining host returns. 

Ugh, hate packing.  Would rather be reading.  :)

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There's a giant-ass black fucken beetle creeping behind the side table in the room I'm staying in and it's CREEPING ME OUT.  ARGH I hate bugs!!!

*eebie jeebie dance*

And I can't even kill it because my hosts don't kill the bugs in their place.  I have a cup and a piece of cardboard ready, but the bugger is bloody well hiding in little nooks and I honestly don't wanna go near it.  Won't be able to sleep knowing it's here, though. 

ARGH BUGS!


I thought I had an 'ew bugs' tag.  Oh well, I do now!


ETA: Host came and squashed it.  He meant to catch it, but it got crunched by the cup.  Whoops!  (yayicansleepnowkthxbye)