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Sunday, January 16, 2011

Bored tonight.

Nothing really to report except that the neighbors are home and they're annoying me.

This little neighborhood used to be so tight-knit. Like Wisteria Lane. Nowadays, it's just gone to hell. No one really talks to the neighbors anymore. We wave politely when we pass, but that's about it. It didn't used to be like this. It doesn't bother me all that much, I just wish that the neighbors would be a little more considerate. Case in point, who the hell decides to unpack a giant truck, fix the stairs, and pound a new washing machine into the wall at 9PM? Again, none of that bothers me very much... except all the work was going on less than twenty feet from my living room window.

Done complaining.

My sleep schedule's been off lately. I was trying to get to sleep around 2AM and start my day around 10AM, but when Mom retired, things kinda changed. I used to have the house to myself from 3AM until 5PM, but now she's home all day. I love her to death and I like having her here, but I'm used to having a few hours of quiet time, so I stay awake a little longer just to have that solitude. Hence the bad sleep schedule. I feel bad complaining, though, 'cause I do like having her home and having her to talk to. I just don't know how to handle it yet.

She's trying to find a part-time job, but so far, nothing. Her first Social Security check is coming next month, which will make things easier. This month has been a little rough because we only had her pension check to live on - and because she turned 62 last year, that pension got cut. It's been one of those months when loose change has really come in handy, but it'll be better next month.

I can't wait to get a job and move into my own place. It's the only thing I've been thinking about lately. Well, that, and also how good Spence looks in that purple scarf...

How the fuck are we supposed to know when I'm a monster, the way you refuse to die? How the fuck are we supposed to know if we're in love, or if we're in pain?

Why is my wound a front door to you? Am I my own shadow...?

 
Listening to: Unkillable Monster - Marilyn Manson