Team Shredder

I'm stunned by the idea that we are moving to a new city in basically a month. I hate moving, I hate change. It is never good. OK well sometimes I catch a lucky break, especially now that I am more spiritually evolved and can now notice when the universe is helping me, not hurting me. I didn't used to see it before, and it's not because I was a hater so much as addicted to struggle and strife. I feel like it was imprinted in my genetic code by my hardscrabble, unhappy parents, and I've had to spend all these years tearing it away. Like getting a whole body bikini wax but it pulls off the skin too. I don't know what I'm saying, it's not that bad for fuck's sake. Christ I didn't grow up in a war zone for example, not knowing where my next meal was coming from, or even if, like 90% of the world's population. Just some hard cheese here and there like everybody else, big whup. Plus we did the tarot cards for this move and it kept saying that great things will come of this. And I know it's true.