There comes a time

in every girl's life...

wait, I've already done that one.

Suffice it to say I'm not a happy camper. My current lot in life is of my own choosing and I'll live with it until the end of June.

Then things are gonna change.

I'm aware of the fact that the green of the grass is no different over your septic tank, but I don't even have a septic tank for grass to grow on at the moment.

All I want is a room somewhere, far away from my family's stare,
With one enormous pipeline to the internets.
And a refrigerator filled with good food.
And chocolate.