11:54 p.m. - Tuesday, Sept. 19, 2006
just walk away renee, you won't see me fallow you back home
so i'm sitting here, it's tuesday night, very near wednsday moroning, and i'm thinking what the hell am i doing here?
i mean i'm broke, not like actually out of money, but i'm out of money that i can spend ($840 in the bank, and a bill for 1600 due pretty soon, and that doesn't even include my tution for this sumsester) and i hate my sister, her boyfriend, my dad and my mom in roughly that order. and et i'm still liveing with them.
they feed my dogs, my sister leaves my moms dog outside, so she barks, but she goes to bed with the tv blareing so she can't hear her. my sisters bf, leaves his shit out, which i wouldn't have a problem with, except that my mom, my father, my sister, and pretty much everyone else in the house leave their shit laying about, so he puts it in the only place that's sort of clear,on top of my bags for my dogs (they're good about putting bags out for us to pick up after them, but not prefect) i can't wait for the yelling at i'm going to get for throwing out their pizza stone...
and now the worst part of living with other people, i have this thing about clear air, i like breathing it, i like seeing it, i just like my air to be clean for any number of reasons. if you smoke, i don't have a problem with that, so long as you smoke outside. but my mother, my father, my sister and my sister's bf all instist on smokeing inside. every single one of teh people i live with insists on smokeing inside.
now it's not normally so bad with my father and mother, sine my dad smokes the wacky tobacy, i can just open the garage door, so long as he's not around and the smell goes away, and my mom goes to bed around 8, so by the time i get home from work it's gone as well. but my sis and billy, they are still up as i am writing this, and they still are stinking up the house.
did you know, that as far as my mother knows, the only smoke detector in the house is disconected?
and she's ok with that, never mind my sister's habbit of leaveing things on, never mind my sisters habbit of lighting shit on fire and then going to bed...
oh well, i'm going to send an email, and then regert it all day tomarrow! but at least it's not related to my scottrade acount, i've got that to be thankful for.
np: the left banke, walk away renee
you're not to blame
