it's cold. well i'm cold anyway.

i want to move out of my parents house.

i'm the only one of my friends who still lives with their parents. i know it's not that uncommon these days for people to live with the parental units until well into their thirties but i don't want to be like that. sometimes, i feel like i'm suffocating here.

i don't want to rent, why should i pay off someone elses mortgage?. i want to buy a place that's all my own, that i can fill with all the shit i've accumulated over the years, that i can decorate in whatever manner i like.

problem. i have no money.

i'm always reading the paper and scanning the internet for properties for sale. and while i'd be happy with anything that was structurally stable i just found this townhouse in a suburb that i love that has views of the bay. i want it! and it's not that expensive... but still, it is a bit too pricey for me. usually i'd see a property like this and think "not a chance", but this really isn't that far out of reach. but by the time i find another job and save up a bit more money, it'll be sold. damn it!

life is so frustrating.

c hasn't called me back. he was a fuckwit when we were together, why do i expect more from him now that we're not?

i just want my money back!

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