The house in which my apartment resides is being sold and I will likely be forced to move. Add to this one girlfriend who no longer wishes to live under the same roof as me. What does this mean? MOVING BACK IN WITH MY PARENTS.
FOR THE THIRD TIME.
The upshot (if you can call it that) is that maybe I’ll get more writing (and reading) done. No more dicking around.
UPDATE: I got a second fucking job. Less time for everything and everyone!
