I work at the local Radio Shack and I keep having my hours cut so I have a lot of free time now. Man, fuck that shit though. I need something to keep me out of my parents' house.
Yeah, I live at home with my parents. That's one thing I don't mind. They have this fucking huge ass house and I have a sweet room up in the attic. Plus they're retired and love to travel all the time, so most of the time I have the place to myself. Check it out:
Sometimes I throw some pretty huge parties when my parents are gone and it's pretty sweet since this house is so huge. Frank and Johnnie from the store like to come over and we pound beers and whatever and it's awesome. Sometimes my older brother Buzz comes into town and drinks with us but he's usually pretty busy with his sales job. He doesn't really party like he used to.
Anyway, my parents left for France again today. Dad bitched at me about getting a real job before leaving. La-de-fucking-da. I've heard that shit. I've tried, dad. But this economy blows.
And even though I work at a fucking Radio Shack-- an electronics store-- my damn iPhone keeps fucking up. It's been out of service now for a couple hours. I hope this shit comes back. I haven't heard from anyone in hours.
Peace OUT
-Kev
