It just occurred to me that within the next few weeks I will be moving out. I’m completely terrified and pretty excited all at once.
Vicky’s birthday was yesterday. The day before she spent cleaning the boys bathroom, because if she doesn’t do it, no one will. Yesterday, I listened to her scold Zack and Summer and Albert about putting the wet towels on the floor, because they do not seem to understand how disgusting that is, and they’ll gladly pile six or seven wet towels on the floor. She scolded them; they apologized. When I went into the bathroom, someone had left their towel in the bathtub. Classy. And then after Summer took a shower later that night, she left her towel on the goddamn floor. These people are selfish and fake and it is so difficult for me to see the good in them. Perhaps I should work on my spiritual wellbeing after Calumn and I move out, when I don’t have to put up with fucking douchebags.
What are you talking about? You were home all fucking day yesterday. Quit complaining about life not being convenient for you to do the things you want to do if you won’t get over your laziness and just do it.