violently

Back from Corona.

I don't get it. He's treating me better than he ever did before. Not that I'm complaining, but I'm just like...whoa. Also told me he loves me, but I don't believe he really does so I'm not gonna worry about it.

What I am going to worry about is explaining to my mom where I was for the last 5 days, as I am technically not allowed to spend the night at any boy's house because I am a bad girl and will undoubtedly be making the sweet fuck. Yes I know this is pathetic, but I have to lie to my mom because I'm not allowed to have boyfriends. Because my morals don't suit her ideals, which is strict and rigid Catholicism. God forbid anyone be affectionate towards me or vice versa. I fucking hate her. I have to move out soon or I will go apeshit.

I should just go to sleep now so I don't have to deal with this lovely chat we'll soon be having. Too bad it's barely 5 p.m.

Motley Crue tickets go on sale this weekend. Lord, send me some money. I will love you forever, kthx.

On the heels of that, I need a new job. I am tired of being broke all the time. I guess it's back to school I go...this time I think I'll be a mechanic. I can get as filthy as I want and have as many tattoos as I want and I'll get to work on cars. And if it pays the bills I'm set. Ideal job for me for damn sure.

Someday I hope to have an apartment for me and my cat, preferably within walking distance from a bar, and a 62 Lincoln Continental. That's all I really want out of life. I don't think that's too much to ask for...is it?

I hope not.

And now, off to watch cartoons and prepare for my impending doom.

xo