Moving to my new apartment consumed the past two weeks. My move can be summed up with two quotes:

“Knowing what you got, knowing what you need, that’s inventory control.” – Frank Wheeler, Revolutionary Road.

“The more things I threw away, the more I found.” – Jack Gladney, White Noise.

After drilling fixtures into my new apartment, I confronted all of the crap that I accumulated over countless trips to Wal-Mart and Ikea. I have a lot of random packs of garbage bags, travel-sized tissues, and cords for things I chucked a long time ago.

So if you need a cord, tissue, or garbage bag, call me!

The Rottweiler has free reign over the apartment because I kennel Harley when I’m away. He figured out how to break into the plastic shelf that I keep the dog food in, so I came home one day to find food poured all over the kitchen and both dogs bloated and passed out.

They looked like cows for two days.

Sigh.

The new apartment does not have internet access, so I have to sneak to cafes to post. The internet at the Dunn Brothers is fast enough that I was able to upload my most recent remix of “Tap Me” to Soundcloud. Behold:

Most of my new songs and videos will have to wait until I get real internet access.

The lack of home internet isn’t a bad thing. It makes blogging harder, but it also means that I waste less of my life watching Bethenny Getting Married, which is more than mildly addicting, FTW.