I’m All Out Of Luck, I’m All Out Of Faith…

Did I tell anyone at all that I was still talking to Aaron, his rat-bastardly-ness? I doubt it. Anyways, I got rid of him. I got rid of him this time. Blocked, deleted, gone.

And I feel good about it.

Anyways. Yeah. Living at home is becoming increasingly torturous. Daily. So I’ve decided that it might be time to start saving money to move out. Which means I need to go to the bank to open a new account and talk to someone in payroll at work to get them to put a portion of my paycheque into that account each pay period.

Turns out I don’t have anything else to say right now, so I’ll go shower and then get to bed instead of lazing around like the dumb fuck I can be…

– saving my face – kt tunstall –