Jun 30, 2008 11:02
So, it's all finally fucking over
Got my last box with my art shit and cameras, my phone charger I left behind. The house is covered in stab marks, Shelley looks pissed at me like it's my fault. "The snake died", she says. Well that's probably because no one's been taking care of them at all, and I come by as often as I can to keep an eye on the animals, but it's not like I live there anymore. He bought them, cared for a second, then forgot all about them and Shelley is looking at me like I don't care and it's my fault anyway.
Life is worth more than misery and boredom and sitting on the couch all day watching the same bad movies over and over again.
Life is about the wind in my hair in the fiat, the little plastic cow, and being incapable of not smiling and laughing, all the time.
Now it's time to work hard, get my license, balance my books and pay rent for my own place, and have the most fun a girl could have in between.
I can't wait.