Flat Chronicles: Shit Moving Day

Today has been designated official Shit Moving Day.

The enema will begin from Russ’s attic, potentially include Alec’s bedroom floor, and ultimately end in my new flat.

There are far too many dumb cracks (oops, there goes the first one) I could be making here about loads, piles, boxes, messes, etc. but I’ll hold back. Recently I inadvertently disgusted Alec when, while talking about the latest cast lineup for the Vagina Monologues, I described it as “really scraping the bottom of the barrel.” Perhaps I should try to move myself on to higher forms of wit.