Moving out of the house during these hard economic times is... well.. hard. It's sad I even feel like I must do it, because the reasons behind the quarrels are quite frankly ridiculous and childish, but if ridiculous and childish things keep getting in the way regardless of the attempts at mature forms of communication- then fuck it, I gotta do something about it & doing something about it is my alternative way of being "brave".

AH! So the economy! My job is now contemplating the idea of "letting people go" because of the economy... and I got a "warning" today about getting to work on time so I don't end up being one of those people who is liable to get cut Not that I'm even late tat often. It was only yesterday and today that I raised some red ass flags 'cos I called out yesterday for personal reasons and came late today as an extension of those personal reasons. YEAH THOSE WORTHLESS PERSONAL REASONS AIN'T WORTH ME GETTIN' FIRED. So startin' tomorrow I ain't letting nothing break my stride. I need my job more than most of my fellow part timers at the registers, excludin' a few others who maybe don't live at home. I'm trying to move out, I need my job. I'm keeping my job.