I'm seriously getting booted out of the house now. I just wish Mom would make it faster. I want out of this stupid place. I mean, I love my mother and all, but I just want to get out of here.
It's so frustrating. Maybe get a cheap apartment, of perhaps a room in another house downtown. That seems the best. I can pack up my stuff within a couple of days, and take my computer with me even, so I'll never be without my friends on the internet. And I'll also have my printer, and everything like that. So I'll never be without the ability to print out things, I have Adobe Photoshop 7.0.
Yay.
I can get a job at Jimmy John's, or some other eatery. Perhaps work at Earth Fare, it'd be like working at IGA, but it would be a little nicer you know. Not so many...hicks. Or even at Starbucks, it would be neat, and quite awesome. I could also perhaps try to get a part working at the local theatre troupe. Hell, I'd even be the gofer for 'em! Anything to get on stage, you know.
Well, here's to hoping everything goes right, and I get out of this hellhole once and for all.
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