Psychotically-pink

So I moved back to Windsor yesterday, and lucky me I found some free internet!

Anyway, I have a rather amusing story for my amazing readers.

Generally when I move I have all sorts of issues. Yesterday I borrowed my grandparent’s truck so that I could move everything in two loads. The first load had my mattress, boxspring and dresser along with a few smaller boxes. I managed the hour long drive on the highway with no issues.

Naturally when I got to my place it hadn’t been cleaned. I sort of expected it since I just signed the lease on Friday. I unloaded everything (my mother’s boyfriend came over to help me with the larger items) and it went fairly well. I do now have a bruised and sprained ankle, along with millions of bruises on my arms and legs, but whatevs.

Anyway, I headed back to Chatham to pick up my last load…and things started getting tricky. My last load was a little bigger/more awkward than I had remembered. I had a million boxes, my tv, computer, this chest thing my grandparents gave me, and all the drawers to my dresser. I stuffed everything in, and checked the tailgate 500 times to make sure that it wasn’t going to fly open. Then I headed to my mom’s place to pick her up so she could drive the truck back.

Well my friends, I’m sure you can see where this is going-but I did not check the tailgate enough. Just as I was getting on the highway and approaching 80km an hour, the tailgate flew open. Thank god no one was right behind me. My tv, monitor and the chest flew out of the back of the truck.

As if this isn’t bad enough, it gets worse. I’m telling you, I have horrible karma. A truck behind me pulled over to help me gather everything up. My mother stayed in the car because she was freaking out and I just didn’t want to deal with her at the moment.

So this old man is helping me father up my things, when all of a sudden I hear a buzzing and he hands me a package. I look at him, he’s bright red, and I look down at his hands. Suddenly I wanted to die. Apparently my vibrator (which I fucking could have sworn I got rid of back when the x and I were still together) was stuffed into the bottom of my chest, and ended up being scattered on the road next to my my little pony collection.

Yes folks…an old man handed me my vibrator as it vibed in its package. It must have switched on when it fell off the truck.

Story of my life.

Yet somehow my monitor and television both still work. The tv does have an awesome scuff in the middle though.