Group Therapy Session #2

[beckstra]

This house smells like a big, fat, hairy potato. Dad's grilling chicken, and trying to bake potatoes in the microwave. It's Friday night, I'm strapped for cash and extremely alone. I'm thinking about going to Subway and grab myself a club to go...and then come home and watch Ferris Buller's Day Off. Fo' rizzle.

My friend Carrie asked me to move in with her at the end of April. That excites me to no end, but alas, if I'm gonna do it, I've got to have another job to pay me to do it. I've been going around town all day looking for something. The new Target is already hired out, as well as everywhere else in the friggin metro area. If I could just get two hundred more a month, it'd all be taken care of and I could go for it.

I need to be out of my parents basement. I need to be away from them. I'm 22 and I can't stand it...feeling like I'm still 16--old enough to drive but stuck with the rules until I grow up. And why is it that I'm still living below my abilities? How in the world am I supposed to do something that I can do well if there's no room left to do it?

YARR!!!