January 04, 2006

Our PODS showed up this morning at 8am. For a couple of weeks, we've been living without all of our stuff and doing just fine without it. As each day passed, Vince and I had a growing sense of dread that we had a house full of schtuff on the way. Shitmas was coming, and Schanta was driving a greasy truck.

Last night, on Shitmas eve, Neill came over and had dinner with us, drank beer and watched VH1 classics. Adam Ant was so gay, and someone needs to remake a couple of his songs. I could hardly go to sleep with visions of shitty furniture and excessively unnecessary kitchen appliances dancing through my head. Merry Shitmas.