coffee. cats. cash. crap.

i need to get back into posting.
so this is my post to post.
i apologize ahead of time for its disjointedness.

my cat is playing with the trash can.
my allergies are going crazy.
and i think my coffee is cold.

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that was him walking on my keyboard.

i love him dearly.
he's just a little baby.
and he's adorable right now.
but i have to say that i'm looking forward to getting out of the toddler stage.
he needs constant attention, which i'm willing to give when i'm around.
but apparently, as told by my parents, i'm not around enough.
because leaving for a shoot and coming back after 6 hours of work is being a terrible parent.
even though my dad works at home and he could easily let the cat come sit with him during part of the day.
whatever.
i love being told i'm a bad parent by my own parents.
makes me feel wonderful.
especially when i do everything i can for this little guy.
and every waking moment, i'm in his room with him playing.
or cuddling.
or taking beatings from him.
like any good parent should do.

i'm pretty tired of the allergies, too.
i need to start my shots.
and i need to pack up my apartment.
and i need to move my shit back home for two weeks.
and then i need to take it back to where it was, basically, and move in again.
woohoo.

i also have no money.
i've been playing the waiting game to see if my boss wants me to stay on during the school year.
so i haven't gotten a paying job.
and i have no cash.
and all of the sudden my parents expect me to pay for my food and stuff when i go out.
which never happened before, even when i had a paying job.
i'm confused.
i need to move out.




i need. to move. out.