It's Laundry Day!

March 21st, 2009

It's Saturday. My sister has been gone a long time, so me Mama and Daddy are here alone with the canine and felines, doing laundry and rockin' out. My room gets extemely messy during the week, I just disregard cleanliness when I have other things to worry about [not personal hygene, just dont care if all the sheets fall off my bed]. My room is only about 5 yards long by 4 1/2 wide [meaning too damn small for all my shit]. I'm waiting for my laundry to dry right now acctually, and with nothing else to do I write to entertain my friends, who I force to read this every night.

I keep looking outside at the sushine and getting excited, but when you walk out there it's so cold and windy, it really blows. I want to wear a bikini already or some booty shorts, this is getting ridiculous. I'm normally really patient, but I just feel so deprived of decent sunlight and summertime oppertunities. The first official day of spring was yesterday, I wish it would hurry up already. I'm looking foward to turning 17, getting a learner's already, swimming in pools, taking a trip with my friends to the beach [behind my dad's back, for a whole week, fuck yeah], summer concerts, no school, Senior year!

As far as my dad [being an abrasive dick head] it's been a very calm day, even somewhat enjoyable. He hasn't been angry or jerkish about anything [yet]. So that's a pretty good thing. I should be going to Blair's tomorrow to get my hair cut, and get drunk :]

I like stealing things. Walmart is an easy target, especially when I can't afford even the most basic things. I'm working on a new wardrobe. I mean, not entirely walmart brand things, of course, and not entirely stolen either, but every little sticky finger helps. I often invite klepto-maniac friends to come along with me, such as my sister and her best friend, and some friends from both Dale and Colonial Heights. Even my mom has gotten into the spirit of things. She usually gets me some make up or jewlery. We would buy things if we could, but prices are bloated and my dad is a lazy tight wad fat ass who can't support his family well enough to even get them food half the time.

Peace, for now

-Hathair