So... that remedied living situation... it had a relapse. I am now living with my grandparents full-time. This is a little difficult. My "room" is a loft. This loft is so low I cannot even sit up straight without hitting my head. And the cabin itself is 408 square feet. That is not a lot.
The catalyst to this event was, as usual, my mother. She informed me I could either work at McDonald's (forcibly, I might add) or get my ass out of her house. It's not that I'm opposed to McDonald's or working at all. It's just the fact I had no choice in the matter. And I do not want to work in fast food, I think it's abasing. No offense to anyone who works in the industry. Just my viewpoint.
As I was preparing to leave, she informed me that I couldn't take any of my clothes, because she bought them with her money. So, as she went out on the front porch on the second story, I went down to my room on the first story. We live in a townhouse, so reverse the scheme of a normal house. I put several shirts, my jeans, toiletries, my tux, and some sentimental items in a bag and dropped them out onto the back porch of the first story. Bite me bitch. I'm clever!
So, now I blog from a new home. I shall have ample free time now. Feel free to respond and just get to know me! Au bientot, readers!
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