Home

As soon as I got home, I unpacked everything, cleaned out my room, and set my new life up. This took two goodwills runs, three hours, an entire pack of swiffer dusters, four bags of garbages--not bad, aye?

I got everything cleaned up by evening and sat on my bed to chill for a hot second and the entire mattress fell through. It was pretty hilarious. There I am, diving on to something that represents relief, and it collapses. I pulled down my curtains with the fall and some other shit fell on top of me.

Today, I took my crippled father (he's recovering from surgery on his spine) to get a juicer from Target. He's such a weirdo. He thinks fresh juice will cure him. um, of what? The staples in his back or the fact that he is completely insane? After I took him back to where he is staying. This one lady's house--Let's call her K. She is the woman, or rather the reason, my parents split up. That was an awkward encounter, but was much more successful than when my sister met her. (My sister is terrifying when mad) K was surprisingly nice. I mean, she was trying to not appear like a home-wrecking divorcee cunt muffin, and I dare say, she was convincing. I even liked her. She was the type of woman who got what she wanted--had an office in her house she was working out of designing shit for companies (don't know what kind of shit). She eats wheat bread. Her 13 year old son knows who Saul Williams is. Oo0o0ooh what a woman! hah