Curses, Momzilla came home early. I had to get out of the house or be trapped into endless bordom and annoying attempts at chitchat. I'd rather sit in my local coffee place and read than sit at home and be so bored that I want to stick pins in my eyes. At least the bf is on his way so I spend some time with someone I actually want to be with. Why can't I stand being in the same room with her for any period of time? She's always there, almost never leaving the house. I feel like she's watching me all the time. Okay, that sounds paranoid. Unfortunately she has this life-long habit of commenting on everything I do so it's made me very self-conscious. I'm not interested in her lame attempts at conversation because they usually center on her real or imagined illnesses and the grand brats. I need to find something extremely productive and income generating. Speaking of which, I did apply for a writer/editor position at another local think tank. They're looking for someone with more experience then I have but maybe? The government job in Orange County acknowledged receiving my CV. Knowing my luck, I'll end up getting that job. Not that it would be such a bad thing because then I would have a perfect excuse to move in with the bf. I really want one of the two museum jobs Inapplied for. They're local and sound way cooler. Anyway, I don't mean to be so rude to Mom or call her Momzilla but she just gets on my nerves so much. Day and night, the whining, complaining, nagging, lack of boundaries, everything. I feel like I'm suffocating. I so enjoyed the time away from her. I could relax, do as I please, walk around the house nude if I wanted (I just wore a robe). I just need my independence back.
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