I love my family but I need to move out. And I need a job to do that. And I don't really have one yet. I am actively searching. My sister and I hate each other and we love each other. Our relationship itself is bi-polar. We will be best friends, decide to go on a run together, and half way through the run she will run in the opposite direction because she cannot stand me anymore, or I her. It's almost humorous from an objective standpoint. Actually it's funny from my perspective too, except when I'm in the moment and I realize I'm now running by myself without music. And it's nice having two closets, except mine gets updated far more often than hers does, and she can squeeze her feet into my 8 1/2 size shoes while it doesn't work out well for me to wear a size too big. Regardless, I love her and her big ass feet. I still want my own place. She even told me today she doesn't want me living at home anymore. Gee, thanks darling.
I also can't watch movies when my dad is in the house without feeling really uncomfortable. No matter what genre of movie I rent there is automatically going to be a sex scene or profuse cursing and vulgarity occurring when he's walking through the living room. It's not that he yells at me when this stuff happens but I'd rather just spare us the cringing and overall awkwardness while being together to witness it. Today I watched "Away We Go", along with like five other movies because I'm deathly ill with a stuffy nose and itchy eyes, and I thought I was safe for at least a few scenes. But no, never can I be so lucky. The first scene is John Krasinski going down on Maya Rudolph, moans and all. Superb. I pause the movie as Dad is walking into the living room, hoping he doesn't notice Rudolph laying under a blanket with a big bump of a human around her waist area. He sits down joining me while I casually skip to the next scene and try to make sense of what's going on having skipped the first five opening minutes.
Happy Monday.
xx
A
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