The thing about living at home again is that it is just like living at home again. Some part of me actually thought life would be somewhat different, but I was sadly mistaken.

Well ok . . . no, that's not entirely true - I did take great comfort in knowing that life wasn't that different at home. The smells and sounds of home . . . I was happy to be back somewhere 'safe'. Somewhere I know whose living down the hall and the sounds of the pipes don't sound like someone creeping around your living room.

Nevertheless I miss my apartment terribly. So what if I didn't have any furniture and the frig was psychotic and my landlord was always on my case about my parking. I had a forest for a garden and two balconies to enjoy it from. I had a library across the street!

I digress what I was meaning to complain about was my little sister, who is not so little anymore. She's a 15 year old introverted yoga loving I-Can't-Take-My-Ipod-Out-Of-My-Ears teenager that can't walk 3 fucking blocks home from her dance class. Wasn't I taking the bus at11 years old? I guess I shouldn't complain though. I live rent free, I drive a new car and I'm not working! heeheehee

Ok - I'm sorry. I have no reason to complain. Bad joi Bad!

You should send your sister to military school. Just stuff her in a huge bubble envelope and mail her off. Don't worry, one can stay amused for hours popping those bubbles.
» DeeVeuS on 2006-02-27 10:28:40

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