so when i moved out my mom bought me a small set of dishes from a store that was going out of business and i was super psyched bc the bowls in the set were REALLY BIG! you know, like super deep and could hold more cereal than average and all

DOWNSIDE is that they are so deep i can’t fit my flat face in them to lick the ice cream at the bottom of my bowl. i mean, i still did it but now im sitting here typing this and my face is covered in ice cream from the underside of my chin all the way to the bridge of my nose

that’s the beauty of living alone tho, right? no one can tell me this is the wrong way to live

talking to my sister about our parents’ money problems still fucks me up a lot but it also just makes me really grateful that i left my house. i still have to live p frugally and get a 2nd job soon and all that business so it’s not like im living the Rich Life but at the same time….the bills that i pay are MINE and no one else’s and that’s nice

apartment update!

new furniture acquired and assembled:

one (1) bed frame+box spring combo

two (2) high-top chairs

meals cooked:

very basic, shitty nachos

ribeye porkloin roast, mashed potatoes, peas and carrots, and biscuits

it’s feeling more and more like a real place to live! but i really would like to have a dresser and my bookshelf. i don’t like keeping all my books and clothes on the floor. i also some Fancy Adult-Looking Art (or….like some posters probably) bc my bedroom walls are very bare and it’s weird

cool things about having an apartment: my own room!! new kitchen new mattress CLEAN BATHROOM privacy new spaces to decorate fun fun fun!!

bad things about having an apartment: knowing that my parent’s house has floss but this place does NOT

me, my sister, and a co-worker of ours have been talking for about a week about famous murderers/murder cases ever since we heard about the Lizzie Borden movie coming out in a week and today instead of listening to music on the car ride to client’s houses we just decided to hook a phone up the to Bluetooth in the car and listen to episodes of Buzzfeed Unsolved: True Crime

today my fam took my dog to the vet but while there cora was too nervous to pee so they couldn’t take a urine sample 

which meant when i got home from work i got to sneak up behind my dog while she was pissing with a tupperware and a ladle and try to CATCH HER PISS and i gotta say that is the weirdest thing ive had to do in a while

so we’re dogsitting rn and the house that im staying at has  BIGASS KITCHEN so my culinarian sister is practicing making bibambop (this tasty looking korean dish) and it involves a LOT OF veggies and rice and stuff and erin said its too much to put on a plate but this house has no big bowls

erin’s solution??? WE’RE EATING OUT OF DOG BOWLS

GOD remember when my parents won all that money and said that they were going to use it to better our lives bc I DON’T

things have been nice bc they seem happier this way, kinda pretending to live the lap of luxury with the ‘vette and all that. sometimes my dad takes us out for rides in it and like….buys us icecream and stuff. he did that with me two weeks ago and it was so NICE bc i honestly can’t remember the last time my dad just wanted to…hang out with me?? like voluntarily go out with just me?? and we got to eat ice cream together and talk and it was sweet and we never would have done that if he was still broke and depressed and driving the broken Crown Vic with a million things wrong with it. socially speaking, this money has totally improved our lives bc its just nice not having a cloud of darkness over our heads all the time. our lives HAVE been better and maybe im being unfair

but 

idk i guess it was just unrealistic to think that money was going to fundamentally change my parents into more responsible ppl. our a/c has been broken for over a year now. it’s 96 degrees outside and close to the same INSIDE and my mom’s BIG SOLUTION was to buy two (2) fans and thats when i remembered that my familly’s unofficial slogan is Temporary Solutions to Permanent Problems, or If It Ain’t Broke, Don’t Fix It; and If It IS Broke, Live With It.

we don’t SOLVE problems here we just work around them. my next door neighbor literally mentioned last fall that he would look at our air unit and try to fix it for us for cheap and my parents are 100% too DUMB and too prideful to take the 11 steps across our lawn and knock on their door. they won’t call a regular repair person either. im sleeping with a desk fan IN MY BED WITH ME while my parents have the money to actually do the responsible thing for once in their lives and they bought two fans instead.

10 to 1 says me and my sisters will end up calling a repair man. we might even divide the bill amongst ourselves like we normally do. whenever something breaks around here its usually our jobs to fix it bc we were the only ones with the income to do so. situations change but roles don’t, i guess