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My cat is fantastical.
Today ended up being shitty as I had guessed. Well, watching the sunset was fun. Except the prt where I whipped the frisbee and it hit the top of Dobberstein's car. He wasn't mad but I still felt like a douche. Then we called like 800 people and couldn't find a bag. What the hell?
Now I'm awake- although I anticipate getting another rude and loud awakening tomorrow morning.
Ryan's mom and sister are home now. There are going to be way too many people living here. I told Ryan that I don't plan on staying here very long, hopefully he doesn't either. They all seem to be talking like it's otherwise though. I really hope that he seriously finds a real job soon so we can get the eff outta this horrid state.
DOn't think I don't appreciate that his ma is letting me stay here with him, it's just...argh. I've been living on my own for a total of almost four years now. I'm accustomed to sleeping when I want to sleep. I'm accustomed to having the tv/music up. I just never thought that I'd have to live in a house with a parent again. This blows. I wish I could be like everyone else who's parents just pay their rent for them. Must be fucking nice. Ryan and I spoke of this: does it make us better people that we haven't had everything paid for us? I'd like to say it has, but I think that his answer was pretty accurate; "No, but it's definitely made us more bitter." Well, at least we're not pussified.
Rock over London, rock on Chicago.