Ugh. Finally I can get down to this project. It's been a long, stressful and sad couple of weeks and it's all but over. Felix and I have only just gotten to be on our own after so long. You see, we've moved back to his home town because his Mum is going to stay with his Dad for 6 months. Confusing, much? I know, but I'm not into elaboration right now.
So. She's left. We're alone. I suppose I had placed so much on this time and I've been kind of let down. I just want my *own* house. Not my parents house, my house. My house which I own. I want to be able to hang up my pictures and if a long weekend is coming up, I want to be able to say "hey, I would like to paint that wall purple" and the only person I have to convince is Felix.
Felix is not a cat. Felix is my fioncee. He likes cats.
In other news, I need my eyebrows waxed and my haircut. I can't afford these things because I have been unemployed for over a month and the money is dwindelling. What did I expect? I suppose I'll just have to put my application in at McDonalds.
Again.
Maybe in another week. I like unemployment. Is that so wrong? I like having time to myself and be able to do what ever I want (as long as it is free, of course). Why is that looked down on so much in society?
Fucking Gen X.
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