Living At Home

I am 21. A junior in college. A waitress. And I live at home.
It has become part of my identity. Gross.

It wasn't so bad when I was younger. I was actually best friends with my mom, but when I turned 15 I made a decision that would effect my living situation for many years to follow. I decided to be a foreign exchange student. When I returned home from my year abroad. I was more worldly, more mature, and more willing to yell at everyone. I had entered my teenage angst years at 17.... I've been living at home ever since then. With the exception of 9 months living with my friend and then going on Eurospring, but now I'm back home with my parents. I am 21. We fight and fight and fight. Then have a laugh. Then fight and fight and fight. Now, I know that they always will me with provide food, constant bitching, and a warm place to shit, shave, and sleep... They even seem happy, sometimes, to do so, however,
at what age is it inappropriate to live at home?

My living situation is starting to feel a little awkward, but between work and school there is 'seemingly' no way around the financial aspect... except of course credit cards....
and *bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch

You've got MAIL

YES! I finally got something in the mail for my birthday. I was worried it wouldn't happen this year, but then good old aunt guilt sunk in when I talked to her this weekend. Now i'm sporting a check for 25 dollars. Now i'm obliged to write a thank you later, pain in the ass, but I am so happy to get something from anyone but FirstMark services.
Why is it that real mail is so damn appreciated. For my birthday I did receive countless facebook comments wishing a happy one, but all just bittered my taste for the particular sender.
That sounds a bit nasty, but blogging a birthday greeting or sending an email, to me, has almost no personal connotation connected to it.
Anyway back to the mail. That is the only way that my grandma communicates with people. Everyone from bill collectors to family. I wonder if getting a card from me feels as impersonal as getting a birthday greeting via the web.
Oh hoe hum

Annual Car Cleaning Day

Yes i figured it was about time to start cleaning the old car when my driver seat was hard to find under all the crap.
I shoved it all into 3 garbage bags and went in the house to sort.
Among the list of rediscovered essentials: ipod shuffle, accounting book, and my W-2 s.

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