Sep 04, 2006 19:52
I'm leaving my parent's house tomorrow after spending 4 glorious days relaxing in style. I've decided to quit my job, move my three cats up here and write the great American novel. I haven't checked with my parents to see if that's okay yet, but I'm sure they won't mind.
Because seriously, heated hardwood and tile floors, a theatre room with a pull-down screen, heated toilet seats with bidet features? Plus, my mom to cook me food? Can I be 12 again? It's a bit frustrating because I will never achieve the kind of financial success that would allow me to build such a house. So I must be content with visiting. And tomorrow, I go back to my craphole.