how to deep-fry your Fuzzy
Aug. 2nd, 2014 08:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crazyfurriesStep 1: Have her roommates moving out the same weekend as a friend's wedding at the Ren Faire.
Step 2: Contract the 'summer cold bug' through unknown sources at the beginning of the week
Step 3: Forget that the Experimental Aircraft Association, located roughly a little less than a mile down the road, is having their convention/celebration the entire week
Step 4: Allow for the workplace to run out of pasta not once, but twice.
Step 5: Don't forget to stop at the storage barn to organize what must be brought to the apartment only to find out someone either forgot to bring my cooking supplies from the former residence, or one of my brothers scarpered off with a large bin of all of my extra cooking tools.
Step 6: Go to the Ren Faire Wedding and be reminded how very much I loathe crowds as it seems to be on double the intensity it was last week. Also, small screaming children.
Step 7: Come back from hellishly long drive to wedding, only to find apartment mostly bare as roommates have moved most of their stuff out, and proceed to have a panic attack as I realize they crammed all of the stuff from the Barn into my room, preventing immediate touchdown into bed.
Tomorrow will be a day of contacting AT&T to start internet service with them, as by next week Saturday the service with Time Warner's asshole will be severed. Also finding furniture.
Step 2: Contract the 'summer cold bug' through unknown sources at the beginning of the week
Step 3: Forget that the Experimental Aircraft Association, located roughly a little less than a mile down the road, is having their convention/celebration the entire week
Step 4: Allow for the workplace to run out of pasta not once, but twice.
Step 5: Don't forget to stop at the storage barn to organize what must be brought to the apartment only to find out someone either forgot to bring my cooking supplies from the former residence, or one of my brothers scarpered off with a large bin of all of my extra cooking tools.
Step 6: Go to the Ren Faire Wedding and be reminded how very much I loathe crowds as it seems to be on double the intensity it was last week. Also, small screaming children.
Step 7: Come back from hellishly long drive to wedding, only to find apartment mostly bare as roommates have moved most of their stuff out, and proceed to have a panic attack as I realize they crammed all of the stuff from the Barn into my room, preventing immediate touchdown into bed.
Tomorrow will be a day of contacting AT&T to start internet service with them, as by next week Saturday the service with Time Warner's asshole will be severed. Also finding furniture.
