next stop: riverbottom.
as of june 30th, me, my mom, and our 3 cats have been living in rauls' vacant backhouse on the avenue. its a shitty neighborhood, surrounded by 3 methadone clinics, and everyone is so grey. since we're here with the expectation of getting kicked out any second, there's NOTHING to do. no tv, no radio, no computer, and my ipod is dead. no microwave, no toaster, no freezer, no stove. but we do have a mini-fridge. thank god I have the car. its the only thing keeping me sane, since its my only way of getting to jesses whenever I can. im going fucking crazy here. some shit needs to happen soon =/
on top of disliking this whole area, my mom guilt trips me because im at my boyfriends' every night. uh, if she had a boyfriend she'd spend all her time with him. which she did, with my stepdad, when I was a kid. which is why im not that close to her, but more to my gramma. anywho, I can't really put too much personal shit into this entry, since its not too good. but yah. I have waaay too much shit to actually write in my real journal, so this'll have to do.
later thugs.
on top of disliking this whole area, my mom guilt trips me because im at my boyfriends' every night. uh, if she had a boyfriend she'd spend all her time with him. which she did, with my stepdad, when I was a kid. which is why im not that close to her, but more to my gramma. anywho, I can't really put too much personal shit into this entry, since its not too good. but yah. I have waaay too much shit to actually write in my real journal, so this'll have to do.
later thugs.