Ugh. Don't you hate it when things aren't just quite right and you are spinning your wheels because you just don't know how to fix it. I need a home. A space to call my own. Somewhere to play music loud. Have my stuff. Stuff if good.



Although my living situation is gratis, it's not my space and the longer I stay here the more I feel like I am smack in the middle of people's lives I have no business being in the middle in. It's also tough kissing ass all the time. How long can it last before you tell them to stop complaining about the shoes in the ----ing hall and to turn off the ----ing tv when they leave the room.