blustocking | approximately 300,000 leeches

This town is draining my very life force, I fucking kid you not. 2 weeks is about all I can handle of being "trapped" at home. I've reached the 2-week "housewife" limit. It's all my wee brain can handle. (Cause I'm a fucking free spirit, you asshole.) Perhaps if I had my own place, not in Topeka, being at home for 2 weeks would feel more like a vacation. But no, as of yesterday, back pain is back with a vengeance. Bills keep coming, parents keep paying, I keep staying, at home. I've applied to more than 25 jobs as of Thursday. Now it's wait and see, wait and see, follow-up calls, wait and see. Monday I should do my effing taxes and follow up on a job lead that was given to me today...by my hairdresser. Donna has been my, primary, and most-beloved, hairdresser since I was 13. I could go to some chi-chi, overpriced salon in L.A. and still, Donna could do the same thing back home for $11. So in a cheap effort to boost morale at Camp Jill, I have a new haircut. And I adore it. I was so bored with the cut and color...and normally, as some of you know, I hate the "flip-out" style. But I love this. It's just messy and controlled enough to suit me. I just hope I can duplicate it after today(hence the picture).

I rented Apocalypse Now for my Dad and I to watch tomorrow. Other than that, I'll probably be online, verbally slitting my wrists and fainting on imaginary chaise lounges. Gather ye smelling salts.* That, or I'll be avoiding all human contact by reading. Maybe, if the snow that is scheduled to arrive shows up, I'll build a fucking snowman and kick him repeatedly in the non-existent balls. That'll teach him...to be a man...made of snow...and such. Man, I don't even have anyone to have a snowball fight with. Stupid "adults" and their "grown up" ways. Feh.

Now I'm going to go write overblown and annoying prose about how perfectly unhappy, oppressed, and lonely I am. *bows* Aaaah-goodnight....

*I am so fucking kidding.