It hasn't quite sunk in with me either, I mean I know that all of my belonging are in my room and my car's here and all that jazz, but I still feel like I'll be going back. Maybe once I get my deposit and part of February's rent back I'll feel like I've moved. It could also be because I haven't left my house except to walk to my neighbors and sit on his couch and run random errands with my mum. Due to the fact that I hate, I repeat, HATE, the unemployment offices. I'm beginning to think they don't exist, I just keep getting different automated women telling me to call at a different time. "I want my money bitch!" (Spoken in the voice of Pearl the Landlord)
You know how your parents always threatened you when you were younger that they hope you have a child just like you. Well does it count if your parents accidently reproduced 14 years after your birth and created a mimic of you? Taylor is exactly the little shit head I was as I child. And he is one of the many reasons I hope not to reproduce. I love the little bugger, but I would not like one of my own, thank you very much.
Since beginning this little blog, I have indeed recieved my unemployment check! Whoo Hoo! Money, money, money, Money, MON-EE!
Now it's time for the job hunt... and I am off!
xoxxo
Smash
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