Lately, I've become a bit of a convenience store junkie, thanks to the lack of a refrigerator. It's gotten so bad that all of the employees and other junkies know my name. It kind of scares me, since I've never told anyone... o.o Must be my Visa or something... Sadly, I've become what I feared- one of those people who sits at the local convenience store all day, joined by other junkies, scratching scratch tickets all day. Well, to tell the truth, I've never bothered to play the lottery, but I still...
The whole reason I've been at the store all day is obvious: to get away from Vaati, since all he does is sit in the appartment all day. Plus, he got me this subcription to some magazine...which I can't even read because it's not in brail. :( Oh well, it's probably something he knows I wouldn't read/browse in the first place...like Victoria Secret or something, but it still irks me that the subscription is under my name and is apparently coming out of my wallet...I should cancel it soon. :/
Being away from home all day does have one downside: Vaati's always trashes my room, and it's not your typical "trashing" either. We're talking childish prank-type trashing. You know, like curdled milk in the bed, blow up dinosaur in the closet, ketchup in the dresser type trashing. I swear he's going to make me go crazy, or at least move out. As much as I would love moving, I really need to get more evidence on this guy so that I can jail him... Ugh, sometimes I wish I never voluneered for this stupid job, but at least it pays well.
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