Can I have 'Things that are messy to eat' for $500, Alex?

I've tried for a few days to get Mr. Blog to give me a page that is completely boring to look at.

Amazing that the process for simple is so complicated.

It's is raining and I have packed my umbrella. It is getting down to the wire, the music is speeding up, the timer in the corner of my screen is blinking in and out urgently. What I have not yet packed is on a slow cook, smoldering red on the counters of my apartment.

When the time runs down to zero, I intend to glance at the screen, stunned, clutch my heart, dance, fall over.

Sorry, you have run out of lives.

There are probably five minutes between now and when I attempt to pack the rest of what I own into a trashcan. DeerskullfromTrev securely snuggled up with blacktrashbags and BrokenspicerackfromGrandparents. This does not mean I will throw them away-- I've been using my clothes as packing stuffsies and have run out.. also out of boxes.

But not out of trashcans! Hooh!

Also straggling:

Plunger

Ipod speakerthing

Bottle of Olive Oil

Old Timey Lamp

Water Filter

... I could make a soup!!

Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same..