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2005-10-26 - 9:39 a.m. at this point, I'm considering constructing a treehouse. just to have my own space Please, please universe, let me move soon. I can’t stand being 1/3 at my mom’s empty condo, 1/3 at the boyfriend’s where I feel I am overstaying my welcome and 1/3 putzing around at work until I can’t take it anymore until I go visit with whatever friend is willing to hang out with me for the night. I can’t deal much longer. I need my own space with my stuff and my bed. I want to have a cigarette while sitting on my couch, in my apartment. I want to make a drink and lollygag all night long doing nothing and no one has to know I haven’t done anything. I’m tired of being in guest mode all the time. And my mom is on my last one. She wants to hire cleaning people to come in and clean her condo. I don’t know what kind of disgusting conditions she thinks I am living in, but it’s super insulting. Like just b/c I am sort of homeless doesn’t mean I’m wearing pee-soaked everything and living in her place like it’s a cardboard box. Kee-riste. Tonight is potentially the last night of baseball for the season. Get out your brooms, folks. If the Sox do win, it’ll be real hell to carry on as a Cubs fan. Sox fans are already belligerent and boastful with their barely half-capacity having following. This’ll give them a real reason to be puffed out and it makes me cringe a little. Someone tell me why I have the hots for Lance Berkman? I’m feeling boy crazy today. Also, Merry Fitzmas, guys. This could be big. made by: sundaygirl |
