mckayla arrielle jenna marie; twenty years old; taken<3
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My mom has been bugging me to look at apartments and get a job and start my life.. this, that, or the other usual shit.
but today, since me and megan actually went looking at a few places she has changed her tune to “why would you get an apartment with megan?” or “how do you plan on this working out with you not having a job or any credit or blah blah blah?”
I mean, I know its not going to happen over night and I know it’s going to take a minute.. but holy fuck, hang on.
but isn’t that part of like life?
But I mean, Ray made it sound like he was going to live there for a few months, so I could babysit until I get a good amount of money saved up, plus my food stamps each month, plus food pantries, and whatnot.
I know how to save and manage money and use food pantries to my advantage when I’m a broke bitch.
And my room mate, Ray, is thinking of moving into an extended stay for like $200 a week and he said I could move in (we’d have separate beds, of course) for like a month, and during that time I would drive him to/from work or the bar or somewhere else, but I would save the rest of my money to move wherever.
Because I don’t want to be in VA, but I also, don’t want to be somewhere where I won’t make it. you know?
But I am so ready to get out of my mom’s house.
And I will. whether it kills me or not.
Mom wakes me up at 1 am, has me come get her from her friends house, and as we’re pulling into the driveway, she says she might just go back over there to sleep..
Also, my mother was talking about being a whore the other day, and she actually said, “I lost my virginity at 19 years old, its impossible to be a whore now.”
Hurricane is coming.
One of her (I guess you could say) ex-boyfriends shows up at the door and wants her to go get “pizza”.
ITS THE SAME EX-BOYFRIEND WHO FUCKING GOT HER WASTED ON MY BIRTHDAY, AND THEN DUMPED HER IN THE YARD.
And if that wasn’t a huge red flag for my idiot mother, it’s also the same dude who took her to a bar, got her drunk, and then left her there at 3 am.. which meant she had to call me, figure out where the fuck she was, give me directions, and I had to go get her.
at 3 am.
and she just wants to go get pizza with this jackass?
Holy shit, she officially has NO right to bitch about who I talk to / date.