Well it has been taken care of. I am going home. My father insists I come home for the sake of his money and for the sake of my sanity. My mother is totally against it, but that is probably because she does not want my kittens in her house. Damn mothers. Such a pain in the ass sometimes.
I wonder what Bella is going to do when she comes home from work one day and has nothing to cook with, no table to sit at, nothing to do laundry with, nothing to eat off of, etc. Everything in the house belongs to me, and so far doesnt give a shit. She hasnt talked to me in three days, and I live with her. The microwave, toaster oven, plates, cups, silverware, pots, pans, skillets, tables, end tables, chairs, fans, AC, paper towels, cleaning supplies, food, couch....are all mine. I dont think she realizes everything in the entire house belongs to me except for the things in her room. Scary. I wonder if she will decided to start paying rent after I am gone, or if she is going to get evicted. She used to be my best friend....but I am getting screwed over. I still cant believe it. Its crazy.
I am looking forward to moving back down to San Diego, because I miss all of my friends and I miss my family. But I am not looking forward to the 1,500 mile drive. Ugh. With 5 pets.
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