Ok, we get it. You're a DINK (Dual Income No Kids), a world traveler, a night owl, a beer drinker, and an all around fun-time gal. You got a new job 2000 miles away, and think that you're about to embark on an amazing new adventure in your amazing new life.
I hardly knew you when you were here.
But I certainly don't need to hear every detail about your move. Your new mattress, your desk for your new computer, your apartment, your string-green pattern couch and clever table with the yin-yang. Especially when it's all accompanied by sighs and groans and moans about the inconvenience of it all. And the angst! Oh, the angst!
The kicker was tonight when a friend pointed out that maybe your stuff hadn't been moved quickly enough for your liking because of the FIRES that have engulfed our entire state. Your reply? "The fires are south, but I give you an 'A' for effort."
Wow. And I'll give YOU an 'A' for compassion. You suck. Goodbye.
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