Ugh, this has just been one of THOSE months. Next month, I turn 34. Fuck, I'm getting old.
(Just kidding, don't hit!) I suppose getting old really does beat the alternative.
What else... well, there's drama with my sister and her houseguests (her 2nd oldest daughter and that waste of oxygen she has for a boyfriend. ) They're getting kicked out this week, and apparently they're whining and crying about it. Here's a hint folks: It's called a job. Get one. Then nobody can kick you out of a place you rent or own without cause.