Packing sucks

I'm not sure what else I can say about this topic! It's rubbish. I hate backpacks and I hate packing them, it's almost as bad as having to talk to my stupid Greek landlord on the telephone (FYI I'm not, in any way, shape or form, trying to be racialist about Greeks, oh no, I like Greek people - my friend is marrying one - I also love My Big Fat Greek Wedding and hummous is a my favourite low-fat snack however whenever I talk to him, his stupid accent just weedles it's way into my inner psyche and grates on me). The three words that best describes both situations? Tiresome, agitating, infuriating and can I have one more? Irritating.

Anyway, more about the packing nightmare that is currently engulfing me and consequently draining, squeezing and ringing any excitement that I may have had about my pending trip out of me. I am attempting to pack three years of clothes (I like clothes, infact no, that's an understatement, I love clothes - it's my thing) into one tiny stupid, 60 litre backpack - all because I thought it was necessary to travel the world (well South America to be precise) to find myself. Now tell me, how does one fit everything in? I've just packed my underpants and toiletries, and lo and behold, my stupid backpack is already full!!!! How do people do this? How, I scream from within, how? I think I might cry. It may seem ungrateful but this is too much for me to take. Backpacks suck! Royally. Sucks.

I now have to go and bake some cakes to avoid the blue canvas explosion that is lying all over my bed!

The sign off for today?

Backpacks suck!