"Hey, pie. I know what you want. I saw you in that movie. Whore-slut-bitch."

Effing hell. I went and picked up one of those plastic dresser things at Walmart tonight for $30. Seven drawers.

I STILL have a pile of clothes over two feet tall (folded nicely!) that I can't fit into it. FUCK.

I NEEEEED MY OWN SPACE! My own room, at least! I'M GOING CRAZY!!! I need a bed. Dressers. Closet space! NOW!

If I had some sort of space, I'd be able to actually have an empty trunk in my car. Well, save for the mini shop-vac. Heh! Totally can't live without that.

Someone who can drive my step-dad's gnarly truck should come over and help me load all the shit from my old room/current dumpsite into it so we can take it all to the dump. Yep. Or, even better, someone should give me a million dollars so I can level this pile of shit house and put a new one where it used to be.

I cannot live on a couch anymore.