another rant session

You know, just when things couldn't possibly get worse, something as petty as me ranting about it in my own LJ and then having something prevent me from having the post go through is enough to really set me off.

I mean, seriously. Is it enough for me to try to get over a case of diarrhea and everytime I urgently have to use the bathroom, I have my father in there for hours at a time who is probably doing nothing better than sitting on the shitter reading some stupid hunting magazine? Is it enough to have my mom bitch at me that I don't get enough sleep, but then she herself wakes up at the crack of dawn and blasts the goddamn TV loud enough to wake me up? Especially when I'm sick and need my rest and am actually taking her goddamned advice? Is it bad enough that I had to work two straight full days at both jobs and I'm cutting it thisclose to get to the theater to be at Rocky Horror tonight and it's hard enough to try to get Rachel to be there in case I won't be there on time? Oh don't worry Rachel, I'll be there, don't worry your little head over it. Don't bother Booj to get yourself up there--I'll be able to do it.

I can't wait till I move. Things will be much easier on me once I am out of this house and this town for good.