07.12.04
10:05 p.m.
One too many
I currently live in an 850 square foot house with my mother and several furry animals. It has two very small bedrooms and one bathroom. The living room barely fits a couch and loveseat. The kitchen isn�t big enough for a real table, let alone chairs. Overall, it�s pretty cramped.Yesterday, it obtained a new inhabitant.
One of my mother�s friends was evicted from her current living situation and has decided to take up temporary residency at our lovely little abode. It�s purported to only be for a few days. I�m not exactly sure how that�s going to work, seeing as she has no job, is currently (and for the past 3 years) suing the city for an accident she was in on a city bus, and has no means of transportation. Considering I have no say in the situation, I have no choice but to grin and bear it - or move out. If I had no plans for school, I�d be out of this insane asylum in 5 minutes flat, however, I do have plans.
I see only three possible outs to this situation:
1. Marry � quickly.
2. Move out and live in my car � again.
3. Stage an elaborate �suicide by cop�.
Seeing as I have no chance of number one (did you hear about my last date?!), and number two isn�t going to work as well as it did for those 2 months when I was 19, it seems as if number three is my easiest out. I�m planning my eulogy as we speak.
