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[roxy]

omg, I'm just completely fucking exhausted. Did you know that when you're my age, it makes you really tired to move furniture and stuff? Even little stuff like books and dishes and bathroom stuff. 'Cause I let those guys do the heavy lifting. We only had one other person help, and that was the incredibly handsome young man who is a friend of BG's. My stars, sooo gorgeous. She insists he's gay, but I didn't think so. Mind you, I have no gaydar and it perplexes me as I seem to be the only one in the whole country without it. I have to admit, he did give her one of the oddest hugs I've ever seen any man give a woman when he left us. She was kind of sweaty, though....

She's moved to Trenton, and when she tells people this, they all get the same look of abject horror, as if she was moving to Camden (this is only funny if you're from NJ). She was complaining that folks were asking if she was crazy, moving into the hood. The young man said, "Tchah! You're not moving into the hood--the hood's four blocks from here."

Well. That's a relief.

Anyway, I'm hurting and alone. It's so sad. I feel like I lost something. On one hand, I'm sososo sad she's moved out, on the other hand, I'm afraid she's going to move back home after the year, and we'll have to do it again...that was my parting advice to her. Head's up, be careful, and don't move back home.

My niece is moving this month too, from one apartment to another. That's going to be even rougher, in terms of working our asses off. I'm praying she's going to get a friend to help us move--I'm hoping like hell it's not some place on the fifth floor up narrow stairs...pray with me people!

In fannish news...*G* Clark is being remarkably cooperative. That's a blessing. You know, I meant this East of story to be it. That's kind of why I was/am writing those endings to other fic. I started this story with the idea in mind that I was done but...maybe not so much. ;)

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[kaydee23.livejournal.com]

I don't have the stamina to move stuff either. Next time, don't move anything, just provide the beer for later, when they're finished.

Hah! I remember my late mother meeting one of my gay gay gay friends in college. He was a male model, too. Seriously. When my mother met him, her eyes lit up with such happiness. I had to whisper in her ear later, "He's gay, Mother," and she covered her ears with her hands and said, "No, no, no." When, I told him later, he had a laughing fit. He was so nice, and charming, helpful, loyal, and kind. He was nearly perfect. Now, think, how many 19 year old men or men in their early twenties are like that in college? Especially really gorgeous ones?

I have such gaydar, I knew many of my gay friends in college were gay before they did. It's a blessing and a curse.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

He was so nice, and charming, helpful, loyal, and kind.
wow, that really descibes the gorgeous kid who helped her move! lol!

You know, every time those girls move, it's me, him and whatever child we're moving. These girls have the suckiest friends in the world.

[kaydee23.livejournal.com]

I haven't moved in 13 years, but I remember when I used to move, my gay guy friends were the only ones who ever helped. Nevermind that I helped seemingly hundreds of my friends move all the time. It was always interesting how they had life or death plans that prevented them from helping me. I'm over it...no, I'm not. Still, whenever anyone asks me, to this very day, I help them move, their children move, and their grandchildren move. I'm a big damn sucker.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

*HUGS YOU*

Not a sucker--a good person! So...*koff*...what are you doing next weekend? *BG*

[kaydee23.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I feel more like a sucker, a lot of the time. :shrugs: If I could afford to get to NJ, I'd be up there helping you move next weekend.