cesspool of a living quarters

12.10.05 - 10:38pm
mood: Annoyed
music playing: Oasis - Fuckin In The Bushes
I really think effort is the only thing holding me back from moving out, because I cannot continue to justify my dog as being only positive that keeps me living where I do.

I can wash my clothes in some other washing machine/dryer and still eat the same bowls of Frosted Flakes, Honeycomb or Raisin Bran at any other place on earth with the facilities of a fridge, milk, cereal, a bowl and a spoon.

With me going to India again for 5 weeks come the new year, there's no point in searching right now... but come February, I will indeed be searching for a place to live. Either alone or with someone else.

Tonight's events were just the motivation I needed to say, "I can't take this cesspool anymore".

When I do move out, there are going to be members of the cesspool looking down their nose with a grin, thinking to themselves, "I told ya so"... but those same people can shove those looks right back up any orifice from which they derive the most pleasure.