why am i scrubbing his shirts?
well....it's been quite a while since i've been on here. cody and i moved in together and we just finally got the interenet. it's been like forever! my mom said she was going to get me a notebook which will be cool. mainly because it's going to make cody uber jealous. i'm so pissed at him right now because i finally got the floor finished in what has always been meant to be MY studio. i did all the work in here, and it's supposed to be a place for me to be alone and listen to whatever i want and just be able to paint and express myself without constantly being hassled. but no, the motherfucker stuck his computer in here and it takes up half the room. and he's always on the god damned thing. so now i have no fucking personal space at all. i can't stand it. everything that's mine is his and everything that's his is his. i have nothing, even though i seem to be blowing through money like crazy. he sucks most of the time. he's always manipulating me to make me feel sorry for him and to let him do whatever he wants. he makes me off to look like the bad guy when he's the one that torments my psyche daily. i really ought to leave. but i can't. i just wish he'd stop being so self centered and egotistical. i really hate that. he's so fucking pretentious and he can't even see it. oh fucking well. so why the fuck am i scrubbing his shirts?????