Moving & Headache Chocolate Boxtots

So, I'm moving. Like, to a new house. There was much debate as to what house I (we)(=)(Nicholena)(=)(my wife) was going to be moving into, but now I know. We shall be moving into Gus' parents' house. But, ya see, his parents donut live there. But, Gus will be there. And Rachel (kinda). A walk in the park it will not be, however, young Sailbits. It's not particularly livable right now. It's missing key features such as: stove/oven, refrigerator, modern wiring and the like. But, we'll fix it up right, eh? A?

Nicholena (Nacho-bean-a) & I have many a bill to pay off. Roughly $18,000 worth. Almost all credit card bullshit. Fuckin' weak, amirite?

Amirite???
Ormyrong???

So, we're gonna take the next year or so to pay dat shit off by staying with Gus and fixin' up the house and not paying a significant amount of rent. Buthowmahgonnagettawork??? Skyline Chile am too far away for me to walk to now.

SO I GOTTA LEARN HOW TO RIDE A BIKE!!!

Gus says it's a 30 minute bike ride from *new house* to Skyline. And you know what? I believe him. I, for one, believe him.

In other news...

Am Sailz am swerkin' on a new song. It's in its infancy. Like, we had to put it in an incubator b4 we left band practice. Then we left...and out into the white madness we fled. Thank you, February. Thank you, you stupid tramp of a month.
NOTAFANOFWINTERCANYATELL?
JAMESISISISISISISZZZ.

I:
Have a headache. It's pounding.
Ate some chocolate. Nicholena made up a new fantasy job class - The Chocolatier.
Am a sleepy bear. Sleepy-time Stathes.

*Sigh* I think I gotta pack or something.