Dear Boxes,
I sit up at night planning your demise. I dream of a world without cardboard uhaul boxes. And then I wake up and you are still here. Filled with my stuff. Mocking me. Well, it ends today. I am going to tear out what remains of your insides and throw you in a dumpster like a used Bolshevik . Do you hear me Box? Your reign of terror is over.
Love,
Jill “The Box Killer” Pilgrim
P.S. For a slightly more coherent post, check me out on Maxie’s blog, I Hate So Much. Its about turkeys. Or penises. Or something. I can’t even remember, as my mind is filled with box hatred. All other knowledge has been pushed out.
I feel a little sorry for the boxes – is that wrong?
Boxes are horrible, but they are not what runs through my nightmares. I have painted a coffee table, two bookcases, stained a dinner table and 4 chairs, put up 5 sets of blinds, half a dozen lamps, hung 3 mirrors, a corkboard, and a partridge in a pear tree. I hate moving!
But you look so handsome doing it.
Teach those boxes who is in charge!
Just imagine how many cool visitors you’ll have from this post after they search for:
Bolshevik turkey penises in a box
..and by ‘cool’ I mean ‘me.’
Oh no, you’re scaring me! I’ll be starting to box stuff up this weekend (ugh)!
If you ask me they have it coming to them. They will rue the day they mocked you!
Turkey penises!?!?! Do turkeys have penises? Hmmm… In other news my grandma-in-law always claims the turkey neck as hers on Thanksgiving. Like anyone else really wants to eat it anyway. Nasty!
get those boxes, girl! what a coincidence, i just wrote a post about cleaning out your closets! Check out the article to get some great tips and to share yours!
lmfao! I can’t wait to read about turkey penises!! Living out of boxes is fun. Oh wait, not that’s penises (or is it peni?) that are fun. Never mind. teehee
you tell that box who’s boss!
We moved here over a year ago. We still have boxes. Arrrrrgh.
I hate boxes. Just hide them somewhere. That’s what I do. Then, when you find them months/years later, it feels like you hit the jackpot! So many new things!
Dude, you need my Mom. She has had me unpacked in mere hours in every place I’ve lived in. She should do it for a living. Oh and guess who I’m seeing in a couple weeks? Nana nana boo boo. Stick your head in doo doo. Ah ha. But you’re rad enough that I wish you were going to be there too!
Is it wrong to fear for inanimate objects like boxes? Off to check out your other post =)
ugh boxes totally are highly annoying! bleh so sorry! have a great weekend
I hate moving. And I’m glad you’re done. Also? I love you and think we should talk everyday. Thoughts?
Moving SUCKS! I commend you for taking your vow… me… I lived out of boxes from August to December (when I moved 3 years ago)
The kitchen is the worst part I think.
Wishing you a serene yet productive Labor Day weekend!!!♥
Yayyy show those boxes who’s boss and bye bye bad dreams!
next to your car blowing up with you inside it … i do believe unpacking is one of the most unholy and heinous things you must subject yourself to in life.
i just barely completely finished last week … and i had a spontaneous dance party.
i hope the move goes EXTREMELY well.
Boxes always seem to pile up and create chaos. Good job on conquering!
I find it terribly ironic that your upper-most-left advertisement is um….a cardboard endorsement. I think the side bar has just taken a stand against your blogging content. good luck with mending that.
Ahhh moving. Isn’t it lovely? We moved in the spring and I’m tempted to just live here forever just so I can avoid doing it again. *sigh*
I should have loaned you B for the weekend. He had us completely unpacked and the apartment organized in LESS THAN 24 HOURS OF MOVING IN.
Insane in the membrane.
I hear you.
Boxes scare me.
It’s the expectation that is truly the killer though.
What’s in the box, the unpacking (or packing) required, the confusion, arrrgh.
Hope the boxes magically disappear in the middle of the night
What….I’m serious
You’re moving? How fun! We will be this week. I would be happy to take said boxes off your hands so that they no longer haunt your dreams!
my new place is so tiny i couldn’t have the boxes laying around any longer than absolutely necessary. broken down, stacked against the wall, and then picked up by a buddy (who’s also moving) on facebook who saw my pleas for rescue from box hell.
Half my stuff is still in boxes at my in-laws. Haha… at one point I just gave up and started buying new stuff, bad I know. Oh, just read your turkey post by the way. I couldn’t agree more. Not that I have any around me, but I saw this documentary on tv once and I could see the evil in their eyes…
Gah! Hope the boxes are gone now!
I hope you recycled them. Don’t kill my planet, you planet murderer!
I will recommend not to hold back until you get enough amount of cash to buy goods! You should take the loan or term loan and feel yourself free
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