Yes I want and intend to get an apartment you dumbshits.
I have a "situation." That's what my mom likes to call "money troubles." The funny thing about the "situation" is that it isn't mine, but in the process of helping others I fell behind.
Now there are classes and too many obligations. In just a little while it will all be sorted. I think.
My biggest problem is that the plan was to have MY OWN APARTMENT. My own, with pink curtains and daisy covered dish towels and an antique-looking Victorian couch that isn't gaudy or ridiculous. Finances and school have made me realize that I will once again need a roommate or a live in boyfriend or a someone to share things with. It can't be family so it's got to be someone else.
This is an irritation beyond belief. I HATE that I can't manage this right now without living in a dump. I've certainly seen some apartments that have given me relief about living with family instead. I mean, they have HBO. How did I live without Bored To Death before?
I need help. Assistance. In the past I always wanted to meet men that had careers. It wasn't because I thought I needed to be taken care of. I wanted to make sure that I wasn't taking care of some over-grown baby that has nothing to talk about other than music. So maybe I'm the over-grown baby now and I can't get out of a bad cycle.
I told Dad that I'll be leaving soon and he looked devastated.
What happened?
Are you kidding?
Was it something specific? You don't have to move away again.
I can't breathe. I have to breathe. The last time I was breathing was in California.
He sighed. Did we do something wrong?
I'm not doing anything nice for you people anymore. I'm too nice to everyone.
Hey! I didn't ask for anything!
And so on. Of course should I leave again, what will I write about? Brownies, and how I can't cook them for shit?
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