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Built in the 1940's, blue siding, white trim, front garden, windows in every room, lots of big trees. I am SO getting a hammock. And a cat perch to stick in a window. It will be the best last year of college ever.



Also, my landlord looks exactly like Christian Shepherd from LOST and is pretty much the nicest guy ever.

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According to my dear sister, my mom recently confided in my super religious aunt about me moving back to Dallas. (I originally went back to Houston to live at home for the summer, but it sucked balls so now I'm back.)

Apparently, because I have taken the opportunity to live on my own, and because I am a notorious atheist, I am extremely susceptible to the dangerous influences of...."gangs and lesbians."

No, this woman is not 80 years old. She has teenaged ...

I answered an ad for a fellow female college student here in town with cerebral palsy who needs an evening caregiver, and got the position within hours. The job sounds pretty perfect for my current situation and I am more than relieved and happy about it. Helping a nice girl do her thing for good pay. No medical responsibilities besides a CPR certification. No on-call stuff. Just stuff I can do. Not bad at all.
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You know what? This ain't workin'. Living at home is eating me alive. It's not even that my parents are that horrible. The fights aren't so heated. My summer job isn't terrible. It's just...this place. This house. This town that broke me only those three, four years ago. Ripped me near apart. IT is what made me this way, you know. It threw me into the most unimaginably deep depression, I've only just recently been able to break the surface again.

God, I was stupid for coming back. ...

60 hours and already three and a half fights.

This is going to be a long summer.