Headaches
Starting my day off with a Green Apple Smirnoff Twisted. I don't have any Coke in the fridge, so I figure this is the next best thing for breakfast. Food is for the weak.
I feel like I was a bit of a jerk to Brenda yesterday. I was aggitated at finding out that she wasn't going to be coming up to Atlanta for a visit this month. It wasn't so much that she wasn't coming, though that was disappointing, as I'd pretty much been comfortable with the idea that I wouldn't see her in person again at least until Dragon*Con. It was more the reason behind it. I'm not even mad at her. It's just...I don't know...I left home as a teenager on foot with nothing but a satchel with a couple of changes of underwear, a notebook, a book, some envelopes, stamps, and a roll of quarters. It's hard for me to relate to someone who is so beholden to their parent. I've never accepted anything from my parents that had strings attached to it. I've never allowed them to control me in any way since I graduated high school when I was 15. Adults who live with their parents are one of my favorite types of people to rip on, and doubly so if they let their parents make their life decisions for them. I've been making an effort to overlook that little detail of Brenda's life but it isn't very easy sometimes.
I'm getting a bit more at ease with our crowded apartment. Dan pulled everything out of the fridge to clean it and cooked dinner. Mitch kept an eye on the kids for us when we had errands to run. Mark set aside some Smirnoff Twisteds for me to drink for breakfast. They are getting to be quite the wallet drain, though. Whenever I buy beer, I only get a few out of the box before they get vanished. Dinner cost $25. Money, money, money. I think because Wyspurr just got her school check people think we're rich and we can afford to float everything. It doesn't work that way. That money has places it needs to go.
Belfazaar came over last night and we had a good time drinking and watching shitty no budget movies. Poor
Belfazaar, he's living on a small porch at Ocean's place and he's getting charged $500 a month. It doesn't even have air and he has to walk through someone elses bedroom to use the bathroom. He's getting royally ripped off. I've told him if he wants I'll give everyone over here two weeks notice to get out so he can crash here for free while looking for something better. He's on a fixed income and he shouldn't have to spend all his disability check on a shitbox to sleep in.
Starting my day off with a Green Apple Smirnoff Twisted. I don't have any Coke in the fridge, so I figure this is the next best thing for breakfast. Food is for the weak.
I feel like I was a bit of a jerk to Brenda yesterday. I was aggitated at finding out that she wasn't going to be coming up to Atlanta for a visit this month. It wasn't so much that she wasn't coming, though that was disappointing, as I'd pretty much been comfortable with the idea that I wouldn't see her in person again at least until Dragon*Con. It was more the reason behind it. I'm not even mad at her. It's just...I don't know...I left home as a teenager on foot with nothing but a satchel with a couple of changes of underwear, a notebook, a book, some envelopes, stamps, and a roll of quarters. It's hard for me to relate to someone who is so beholden to their parent. I've never accepted anything from my parents that had strings attached to it. I've never allowed them to control me in any way since I graduated high school when I was 15. Adults who live with their parents are one of my favorite types of people to rip on, and doubly so if they let their parents make their life decisions for them. I've been making an effort to overlook that little detail of Brenda's life but it isn't very easy sometimes.
I'm getting a bit more at ease with our crowded apartment. Dan pulled everything out of the fridge to clean it and cooked dinner. Mitch kept an eye on the kids for us when we had errands to run. Mark set aside some Smirnoff Twisteds for me to drink for breakfast. They are getting to be quite the wallet drain, though. Whenever I buy beer, I only get a few out of the box before they get vanished. Dinner cost $25. Money, money, money. I think because Wyspurr just got her school check people think we're rich and we can afford to float everything. It doesn't work that way. That money has places it needs to go.
Belfazaar came over last night and we had a good time drinking and watching shitty no budget movies. Poor
Belfazaar, he's living on a small porch at Ocean's place and he's getting charged $500 a month. It doesn't even have air and he has to walk through someone elses bedroom to use the bathroom. He's getting royally ripped off. I've told him if he wants I'll give everyone over here two weeks notice to get out so he can crash here for free while looking for something better. He's on a fixed income and he shouldn't have to spend all his disability check on a shitbox to sleep in.