Do you know what I mean?
Sometimes I wonder why I don't mind living back at home for a year or so. Sometimes, it's nice. I mean, room and board are free, I'm living with people who love me, and when my back tire decides it's going to go flat today, Mr. Gary is there to help me with his tire pumper-uper.
Other times? Like today? NOT COOL. I don't understand why no one seems to understand not go to into people's personal spaces. And then I remember it's my family. My family who seems to think privacy is optional. The same people who will open my mail, which in fact is illegal. (But, y'know, I'm not completely surprised and totally driven insane because, honestly, families are hardly private matters, and it's not like this hasn't happened before and it's not like it won't happen again.)
So this post won't be COMPLETELY bitchy, I am crocheting a hat, and am about 75% done it! And I am also making a kick-ass bag! I feel so much better being so productive.
I finally bought Beatles For Sale because no one seems to own it. GO ME.
[back to the streets where we began]
Other times? Like today? NOT COOL. I don't understand why no one seems to understand not go to into people's personal spaces. And then I remember it's my family. My family who seems to think privacy is optional. The same people who will open my mail, which in fact is illegal. (But, y'know, I'm not completely surprised and totally driven insane because, honestly, families are hardly private matters, and it's not like this hasn't happened before and it's not like it won't happen again.)
So this post won't be COMPLETELY bitchy, I am crocheting a hat, and am about 75% done it! And I am also making a kick-ass bag! I feel so much better being so productive.
I finally bought Beatles For Sale because no one seems to own it. GO ME.
[back to the streets where we began]