Moving Sucks

So I drive this white Toyota truck that's about 13 years old. It's an awesome vehicle and I love. It's messy, been broken, been peed on, and is unwashed. Just like me! It runs like Carl Lewis and has a small cab so I can't really fit more than 2 people in it, unless they want to ride in the back like a cheap piece of cargo.

Being the friend with the truck has certain benefits as well as limitations. To me the best part about driving a truck is that since I can't leagaly fit more than 2 people in my truck I am never the designated driver when me and the crew go get swervey at the bar.

But the worst part is that I'm the first person my friends call when they need to move. I'm seriously talking like once a month. Usually I get the call or text on the last week that comes along with a sob story about getting evicted and how I need to help them move a futon and some old couch. And I hate lifting things.

So Remember Delaware moved this weekend and I totally told them that I would help. Instead I got suckered into doing the SLUG magazine delivery route up in Ogden and totally didn't help them move. They've got a lot of stuff man. It just didn't look like something I wanted to do. Sorry guys. But I'm lazy when it comest to physical labor. Besides, I almost have Metroid Prime for the Wii beat, and I got to finish that.