I’m driving from San Antonio to Houston tomorrow to drop some excess furniture off at my parents’ house. Russell and I have too much furniture combined, so I stored quite a bit of it at Chris’ (thanks Chris) and I’m finally getting off my ass and driving it to Houston. The riddle here is what my parents are going to do with it. Some of it breaks down into smaller pieces (thank you IKEA) but some of it doesn’t. I imagine they’ll put my futon to good use one way or another. But there is absolutely nowhere to put my TV stand/entertainment center thingy. They’ll probably pawn it in an effort to recoup some of the cost from all the Micro Machines I demanded as a snotty eight-year-old.

The rest of the weekend will consist of hanging out with the ‘rents.

“What, you want to go to Israel?! Holland?! No, we won’t let you. It’s too dangerous.”
"Um, hi, you can't do that anymore."

Oh, the memories.

in other news: i see the lines blur.