weapon of massive consumption

I completely sympathize with jordy's packing plight, as I have been mocked ceaselessly and mercilessly by piles of crap (my crap) for the past week. it sits there innocently, silently asking "how do you plan to manage me? cradle me in your tired tired arms? *gasp* ultimately UNPACK me?" to which I will respond, "silly boxes. you will sit packed for at least three weeks until I have furniture and have gathered enough courage to face you again."

in other, happier, non-misery related news, my parents have decided to get another golden. meet mack:


I am sure there will be more apartment news in the near, hopefully less-cluttered future.