So this is the forth blog I’ve started. Maybe this will be my last. My record for the longest blog kept was probably about 10 months or so, which is better than most people can say. Let’s see how long this one lasts.
So right now, I’m living with my dad. My mum is in Florida with her friend Nancy Pants, and everyone knows that I need constant supervision, because I’m 9. Apparently. Get it, apparent? Like “Oh my gah, somebody killed my parents!” …Get it….?
So anywho, I’m wasting gas going to and fro Mount Pelia, Tennessee. Wow, I can’t wait to get out of this town.
A comparison of my parents:
I. Dad
A. Pros
1. Realizes I am mature enough to handle myself and make my own decisions.
2. Respects my need for socialization, i.e. curfew
3. Understands me
4. Has a nice house.
B. Cons
1. Is a alcoholic
2. Snores loudly
3. Is really messy
4. Lives in BFE
5. Won’t say what he really means
6. Has rude friends
7. Likes to put me on guilt trips.
II. Mum
A. Pros
1. Is really cute and funny
2. Lives in town
3. Isn’t as financially rigid as dad
B. Cons
1. Is a child
2. Doesn’t realize that I am an adult
3. Won’t listen when I talk.
4. Will change her personality according to who she is around and/ or dating, which is really annoying and makes me want to smack her.
I don’t really know what to do. Who should I live with, hrm? Please, do tell.
Anywho, I’m going to see Eric tonight in “Dyersburg” (Finley). I seriously don’t know what I’m going to do about gas for the rest of the week. I get paid Friday. I worked late last Friday, so maybe I’ll get more than FORTY- TWO DOLLARS. Ugh. I spend most of my money on gas, usually going to Dyersburg. I’m sure Eric would come see me, but he hasn’t been feeling well, he doesn’t have enough money for gas, he has bad tires, etc, etc, etc.
I’m not sure how to tell my friends that I can’t go to New York this summer. I really didn’t understand why Eric thought it was a bad idea until just recently. I’ve been so naive about men. They’re gross. It is not a good idea for 2 or 3 girls to walk around NYC by themselves, even if we *do* know the area and we *do* carry knives with us. (I cut you, bitch!) They’ll be really disappointed. Maybe if we had a man to go with us. Hrm. As of now, however, Zephyr and I are still going to the Big Hole. That’s not that dangerous, right?
I’m going to ask for a raise today.
Why do my feet get so cold? I don’t think I have bad circulation. Well, I *do* have ridiculously low blood pressure. Maybe I can get someone to sit on my feets.
What is The Big Hole?