You're so impossible

My younger sister and I are swapping rooms. One bedroom is small and the other one is larger, like an actual adult sized room. I am moving into the smaller bedroom because I spend all my time at Peter’s anyway and only spend one or two nights a week sleeping here. She moved all the large furniture yesterday and now I just want to cry because I have so much stuff and I don’t know how to fit it all in here neatly. I have a ridiculous book collection that I am going to have to pack up or sell if I want to make it fit. 

Oh and did I mention this room has bunk beds. They were my first “big girl” bed so they are about… 20-22 years old. The age doesn’t concern me because they are fucking rockin’ bunk beds. But my sister made up the top bunk with all my pillows and blankets. 

Uh no. My big butt is not climbing up and down those shits like a fuckin’ monkey. I pee too much in the middle of the night for that to even be logical. lol. 

Also, I got an amazing paperback copy of Jane Eyre at the used bookstore. It’s from the early sixties, has yellow pages and smells like an attic. I love it! 

I am also learning to read Tarot. It’s really interesting.