My Life in a Box

[fremlin]

I pack and I pack and I pack. I fill boxes and stack them to the side of my room. The only thing that seems to be changing is the size of the stack. My room feels untouched. Perhaps it won't feel like I've done anything until I move out the big stuff

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[leatherwish]

Do you have a The Box of Boxes yet?

I think I saw this as an indie film once. Guy starts packing boxes with different things only to discover:
a) A magick genie.
b) A book of death, destruction, chaos, and end of the world.
c) A portal to another dimension, which is upsetting since he never knew he had the extra storage space.
d) A little gnome, with his underwear on his head.

Either that or these were all methaphorically relating his feelings of moving. If Tarantino was directing, I'm sure the packer would have found a M-18 and just opened fire on all the boxes, shouting 'PACK THIS!!!'.

*ahem*

But that's just my own interpretation.

[somerled]

Moving day is like that. I don't know what to do with all my stuff when I move. Maybe I'll burn it on the Commons.

In the car last night, you sat next to a girl sitting next to me. Add me back and email that script. See you soon.