I spent most of my day today looking for apartments online. I didn't have to go to work so I thought I'd be productive.
I'm trying to move out of my parents' house. Or I'm thinking about it, at least. I don't really mind living here but I think they want me out. But again, most of the time I have this place to myself. They're always out of town so I don't see why it fucking matters. I haven't even heard from them in the past two days.
Frankie's lease is about to run up but I don't really want to live with that fat fuck. I've said it once before and I'll say it again: when I grow up, I'm living alone.
I don't want a roommate. I want a one bedroom apartment. I want my own bachelor pad.
I checked out some places in Highland Park but they're pretty expensive. Anyway, if anyone knows anything about good deals on one bedroom apartments, let me know.
Peace OUT
-Kevin
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Hey guys
Hello everyone. My name is Kevin and I'm 27 years old and just decided to start a blog to rant about all the things that I'm pissed off about and shit.
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
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
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