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Nov. 2nd, 2006 04:22 pm9 straight hours of sleep last night. I don't even remember the last time I was able to do that. My body is confused, but happy.
It's always a little awkward moving back into my house. (Yes, I can say always, seeing as how this is now the third time I've moved back in with my folks. Not EVEN going to get into how sad that is.) My parents are always a little nervous as to how I'll react, I think. And I have to get myself back into the habit of calling home more when I'm out. I'm always forgetting that part.
Won't be home today until close to 6pm. I hate the carpooling thing.
No way in hell will we be getting the deposit back on the apartment. I wasn't able to vacuum several of the rooms due to my vacuum now being so broken that it had to be thrown away, so it wasn't properly cleaned. The screen door was still broken when we left, the wall is all kinds of fucked up in the living room... too many problems to list. G'bye, deposit.
In regards to the past six months, I've already started to breathe a little better. I made so very many mistakes, this I know - but I don't mind where I ended up. I think I came into my own a little more. I'm finally aware of what obligation and guilt have made me do for so many years, and I'm changing a lot of things. It's cliched, but I have to take stock.
Enough, enough, enough. I'm going to get tipsy tonight at The Mark, smoke the rest of my cigarettes, and probably freeze to death in a fucking skirt. That sounds like a fabulous plan to me. ^-^
It's always a little awkward moving back into my house. (Yes, I can say always, seeing as how this is now the third time I've moved back in with my folks. Not EVEN going to get into how sad that is.) My parents are always a little nervous as to how I'll react, I think. And I have to get myself back into the habit of calling home more when I'm out. I'm always forgetting that part.
Won't be home today until close to 6pm. I hate the carpooling thing.
No way in hell will we be getting the deposit back on the apartment. I wasn't able to vacuum several of the rooms due to my vacuum now being so broken that it had to be thrown away, so it wasn't properly cleaned. The screen door was still broken when we left, the wall is all kinds of fucked up in the living room... too many problems to list. G'bye, deposit.
In regards to the past six months, I've already started to breathe a little better. I made so very many mistakes, this I know - but I don't mind where I ended up. I think I came into my own a little more. I'm finally aware of what obligation and guilt have made me do for so many years, and I'm changing a lot of things. It's cliched, but I have to take stock.
Enough, enough, enough. I'm going to get tipsy tonight at The Mark, smoke the rest of my cigarettes, and probably freeze to death in a fucking skirt. That sounds like a fabulous plan to me. ^-^
