heave

spending hours painstakingly editing and transferring hundreds of emails, i notice how funny it feels to be so attached to things that in some dimensions don't properly exist and also how unexpected it seems to be so traumatised over said event while simultaneously realising that i shouldn't be surprised because this tabanca bears out the reluctance and delay in doing this in the 1st place, these past few years...
and why does gmail bother giving so much storage if it won't let me send/receive large email? the account i'm switching from lets me send+receive anything i want... plus, my yet-untold gmail address has already received (days ago, actually) spam titled "barak on the verge of death" and "drunk barak after elections" and "cindy mccain cheats her husband" and "michelle obama cheats with mccane"- all misspellings and poor grammar theirs- and i see a 200% raise in subject lines claiming to be debt notices to entice opening...
walk good.
ps: my sister would love to decorate her flat, but has too many shoes...in fact, she'd love to have us over, to stay in her guestroom like she will in ours this christmas, but we can't fit with the shoes...she admits she may not afford a house big enough for the shoes...i been laughing for 3hours talking shit with the gremlin...