remy

The darkness is gathering. In five days, my dad shall be wed to the devil. At 7am today, I awoke to the clippity clop of high heels (horse hooves!) on the tile of the kitchen floor above my room. Her messed up daughter is here (the one that left me a note asking if I wanted to have sex with her, she's like 9) and I'm surrounded by reminders that the wedding is not, in fact, off.
I shall fight this darkness though. The reminders are everywhere that my situation is still grim. But it is not hopeless. Not any longer. I get a paycheck today from Workplace for the last pay period I did of work at the office before the boss decided to be a two faced snake ass bastard. My car's engine is stubbornly holding onto the brink of death, and I get my bike today. I even have enough money for a haircut. If I save, my first paycheck from Radioshack (whenever the lazy fucks get through the paperwork and tell me when to start) will come in time that I won't go broke again.
Perhaps most amusing is the fact that I do not have to actually attend the ceremony, as it's the same day my final project is due in my Ethics in Law Enforcement class and I can just go whenever the ceremony is supposed to be. I know that perhaps that makes me vindictive and selfish, but I just don't approve of this most bogus union. Any thoughts?

Remy