I got rid of that stupid fucking clothes pole.
I'm not sure if it is a miracle of a sign of the end of days.
Sunshine will probably take it as an invitation to bring more fucking shit into the magic bus. I swear, if he does, you will see me on the evening news. "Woman kills man over clutter" will be the headline.
What makes it really sad is that, in spite of all the fucking clutter still visible in the picture above, it is a vast improvement over what it was just five days ago. If you look in the center, you will see the cubby hole that caused so much contention recently. I gave it up. I have managed to purge enough superfluous shit that he can have the damned cubby. Let's see how fast his fucking shit takes over and then overflows that fucking spot like it has every other spot in the magic bus.
Yes, I'm bitter. Yes, I'm angry. I'll deal with that another day. Not that he'll listen. I digress.
For the moment, I feel good about the progress I've made in getting some of the stuffs and things out of the magic bus, or at least out of sight.