Living on my own is quite interesting, not having to explain to my parents where I am at all time is...different... Dad said I couldn't move out, so I did. It is wierd not having to tell my parents that I am going to the park so I got a white board for our fridge. My roommates know where I am most of the time. It is a hard habit to break.
Lets face it, I am OCD. I slept on the lazyboy last night but woke up at 6am to find two cockroaches on the counter of my kitchen. The neighbors abandoned ship after the cockroaches decided to (stage a?) coup d'état. Now that all the roaches have to eat is a bottle of bleach left behind by the former residents, they have zoned in on my humble abode. I spent the last three hours cleaning my kitchen. Ew.
I will be going everywhere you think I can't go.
Almost Truth
- knox-villan
- I'll be jumping off the grid hands first in three years, don't worry about me.
Uffda.
- Never-going-away bruises on right knee
- Concussion
- Missing tip of right pointer finger
- Broken left middle finger
- Sprained right wrist
- Sprained left wrist
- Broken right wrist
- Torn ligament in pinky
- Bruised heel
"We taught you that the Earth is round, and red and white make pink, and something else, that matters more, we taught you how to think." -Dr. Seuss
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