16.9.10
Cuckooroookooo ARRRRGGHHHH
One more thing I hate about this place, our neighbor's got chickens. Real live cuckooing chickens. And they're cuckooing right now. At fifteen minutes before four. While I'm watching Skins. GREAT.
Lame-O
C and B are over at J's. Jamming again. And I'm stuck at my parents' house.
Today, when I took a bath I stayed as long as I can in the bathroom.
A stressful home. Isn't that supposed to be an oxymoron? I've been staying here for months just because I don't have enough money to pay rent anymore. I moved out when I was eighteen, feeling independent, empowered, and all that romanticized jazz, and now... And now, I'm eating Gardenia with Lady's Choice sandwich spread while watching Skins because I'm too lazy too cook and too fired up to sleep.
I know, I know.
Today, when I took a bath I stayed as long as I can in the bathroom.
A stressful home. Isn't that supposed to be an oxymoron? I've been staying here for months just because I don't have enough money to pay rent anymore. I moved out when I was eighteen, feeling independent, empowered, and all that romanticized jazz, and now... And now, I'm eating Gardenia with Lady's Choice sandwich spread while watching Skins because I'm too lazy too cook and too fired up to sleep.
I know, I know.
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