I have a brand spankin new blog.
And you all should go follow it.
there’s gunna be good things.
and Cake
.. but we all know the cake is a lie.
Its just been one of those weeks when you can tell everything in your life is about to change.
The roommate isn’t working out so well, I had no idea what a damper one person could put on our whole lives.
The boy and I are literally at our wits ends. Neither of us has time for caddy, sarcastic, unrealistic people. AKA. Our current roommate. (who we did a favor by taking her in, and she doesn’t even acknowledge the strain she puts on everything) Whether its eating everything, hogging the tv, the snarky condescending remarks or the plain and total disrespect, she’s always doing something to put strain on the relationship I have with Jordan and the relationship I have with her.
And then there’s always the monsterinlaw. She’s got a stick up her ass about everything we do since we moved out. She wants to tell jordan that he’s irresponsible and immature. When all she does is drink and go out and leaves her 12 year old in the care of her oldest daughter 24/7. Now, don’t get me wrong, if Jordan really WAS irresponsible, I would probably agree, but to say someone who has gotten several jobs, an apartment, THREE cars, goes to college FULL TIME, and has maintained a relationship and a stable living environment for himself AND ME, is irresponsible, I might have a thing or two to say about that. It makes me so angry when people want to talk about Jordan like he could do ANYTHING better than he already has.
Then there’s always family drama, my mom still thinks I should marry someone else, my dad still had unrealistic expectations for his darling daughter, and my grandfather has absolutely no clue when it comes to ANYTHING about me, but is always willing to tell me exactly how I should be living. Sorry I’m such a disappointment to everyone, but I kind of don’t care anymore. If I want to get married, and work at Buffalo Wild Wings until I can move to canada, I will.
fuck it. I’m so finished with people who think they know better.
Never let anyone tell you how to live your life, its a fucking cliché and a half, but it just makes sense. Who can possibly know you better than you?
