why

please.
just kill me before i make it to my mother's house.
i have so much shit to do in the next 5 days, my house is in a shambles, and i stil have to work four more shifts at that stupid godforsaken restaurant. i will be so happy when tealuxe is all done with. i hate that job. with my soul. i hate it. hate. IT.
oh god. ew
i have to go to work in a few and i think that is what is fueling the hatred, but the fact of the matter is that i actually really do dislike it. i cannot wait until i am living somewhere else, with a new job, like an adult job! hopefully the concept of an adult job is not just a pipe dream, and i'll actually get one.
in a week or so i will be california bound!
on the road! with kyle and wendy! and it's going to be kind of strange to be back in cali again. but i think i will lmake it. there are people out there that i like, i think, and there are peole out there who i am friends with, or who i was friends with, and most importantly i will be able to get the fuck out of my mother's house as soon as possible thanks to camille ruth travis and her ingenuitty in the world of apartment hunting. once we find a place to live, we should be all set.
FUCK PACKING.