keith

For the last week or so my grandma and I have been fighting hardcore. I decided I was going to move out as soon as possible, hopefully on Friday -- since that's my next payday from ye olde dayjob. Matt and I were going to start looking for a place on my next day off, which is Monday.

I'm at work right now, and my grandma just called. She'd been snooping through my trash can (yes, she does that) and found a box full of cigarette butts. She thinks I've been smoking in a room. Actually I used the box to hold the butts that I'd smoked in the garage -- since there's no trash can out there. Anyway, she told me that I have to be out on my next day off. Monday. So I'm going to be staying at the hotel for a week or so until Matt and I find a place.

What would my life be without drama? Keeps things interesting, to say the least.

Is it odd that my first thought about staying in the hotel was "But how will I access the internet?" I guess I'll get one of those 1,400,000 hours free AOL discs. Heh.

I know who's not getting a Mother's Day card though.

Sidenote: I am not a loser. I've lived on my own since 3 days after I graduated high school. I moved back home in January with great reservations in order to get a few credit card bills under control.