Moving sucks. Actually being stung by a bee sucks, moving is far, far worse. Though surprisingly everything made its way to their proper nook and cranny, question is, will they want stay there?
My room is pathetic. Not only, do I not have curtains, but my 1970’s wallpaper is slowly peeling, revealing the decrypted 60s wallpaper. Of course I’ve used resources from around the house to cover my bare windows; two tattered blankets to be précised, but as for my walls, they must suffer. I found the poor things shoved in the back of the cabinet waiting for the day someone would cuddle up with them one last time before they get tossed into the goodwill bin down the street. I grabbed some thumb tacks and finally gained a little privacy, but knowing my luck there’s probably a peeping tom right across the street that can see me perfectly.
Oh and lets not forget about the paper thin walls, that are ready to crumble at any moment. I can’t even shut a drawer without waking the beast. He’ll come in and b***h about me not being asleep and that he’ll start giving me a bed time. Yeah right; let him try to make his seventeen year old daughter who’ll be turning eighteen in a matter of months a bed time. Let’s see if that will go over smoothly.
Even after we moved out of the retirement home, I still don’t have friends. Is it because I don’t try or because I’m surrounded by a bunch of idiots? Actually scratch that, I’ve made a couple, but one is apparently a conniving a*****e that’s actually my age (and I’m completely oblivious about it) and the other a fifteen year old who told me that he was. Actually I don’t care who’s an a** and who isn’t; I’ve dealt with worse things.
I still live on my computer, waiting for a life to appear in front of me. I don’t think that will happen until I get off my big ol’ bum. Though a lot of people are rich and famous from sitting on their asses, like Bill Gates for instant; though he’s a genius and created the interweb. I just sit on myspace craving for the virtual attention.
Oh dear, what has my life become? I want to say it's become like Jell-o, but I don't have a witty analogy to go along with it. This just proves that I have nothing better to do, for Christ sakes I’m trying to compare my life to Jell-o.
Someone save me.
JabberDucky · Sun Jun 17, 2007 @ 07:12am · 0 Comments |