The Great Escape!

This was originally written at the Eve of the Great Move (29th of April. The Holiest of Holy dates.). So timeline is a little wobbled. I can't be arsed to change it though. Sorry. I felt it was notable enough to post though, seeing as I am a raging narcissist and love to hear myself talk/type. Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY NORWAY!! WOOHOO! GREAT JOY OF JOYNESS!

OOOOOO Lawdy! I cannot even begin to express my utter joy, utter happiness, utter utterness regarding this move.
The Genius has now filled our flat to the brim with shit from the others who will move in. I think Genius has forgotten we still have another day left on our contract. Genius is also forgetting we need to move OUT our stuff. Which is possible, but sort of difficult now. What a lovely thing to be rid of. The Genius I mean. Not our stuff. I'd like to keep our stuff.

I will post pictures when I am set up again. Hopefully tomorrow. (Wasn't "tomorrow", was rather over a week later.)
Literally only this one night left! I am so happy!! Then it hopefully won't be necessary to lay eyes on the skadouche again.

Right, the pictures. Above we see our ex-entrance filled to the brim with some of our stuff and a lot of their stuff.

Second picture is all their stuff. Literally. Over half of the livingroom space was their stuff. It's not that good to see in this picture, but I actually had to lean on the kitchen top to get it all in one picture.

Last is our stuff. And some of their stuff. The black bag is theirs. From the TV to Russ 2007 is ours. I mean talk about being helpful.

I really liked this flat though, so I am a little sad to go, but if it means not having an immense tosspot of a flatmate, then I am more than happy to leave. Allthough being able to wake up half an hour before work was pretty fucking amazing. Will be around half an hour way to work now, instead. Well worth not gazing upon the glorious stain. It turned out to be more of a slam-post than happy-go-lucky than I had hoped. I will cease the slam dunking.
The slammage has halted! The line of Slamson the Dunk has ended! There will be no Slamberg Jr! Nay!
The tale has indeed been suspended! Slamaroonies have been served at the Slamborg of Slam..nderson! (Saved)

The Slam has gathered in the pits of a dead deer. The Zlamboni has been discontinued. The Slamgetti was served, now it is out of stock.
The Slamrengeti held a Great Migration of the rare Slamnation breed. Witnesses still, to this day, claim it was the most majestic migration to behold. Or just the most majestic thing to behold, full stop. Because the Slamnatives are indeed a majestic sort.

New flat! Yay! Happiness!