pain in the ass.
seriously, i honestly have no clue what the hell im doing half the time. i think im going absolutely crazy soon with the whole housing issue. well first, there is this whole friggin mind altering decisions from mr b to buying a house/his mom helping and then, not helping/moving far from the city cause it’s cheaper/etc.. to add on, there is another issue with my parents. they dont want me to live with him as in not sharing the same bedroom. ho ho ho ho. wait till they find out that he has been sleeping over at my place every night for the past couple of months. apparently, moving in with him is degrading to myself which results me in being a damaged good. how is moving in with him in any way reduces my value? my value is not judged by society, my value is determined by myself. if i think im a slut, im a slut but if i think im smart, im smart. i think, therefore im. perhaps i should just be in some sort of sexual industry or disgrace, in that way, in their eyes, i no longer have any values thus, i cant lose any. fucking hell.
moreover, neither mr b nor my parents know about each other’s decisions about me moving in with him so mr b thinks my parents are cool with it and my parents think im his housemate that’s living in a different room. honestly, i dont know what to do. i think im just going to put up facades on both sides. hahaha. im not going to tell them about him getting me a puppy which im still utterly excited about. i think i’ll drop the bomb when i turn 21 which seems like a pretty long way to go. i guess i’ll figure things out as it comes.
i dont think i want kids and speaking of kids. hahaha. the bouncer at LC told mr b and i (when we were heading in to jess’s bday) that we will have very adorable kids. hahahaha. and oh last night while mr b and i were heading to safeway to get food for dinner, this completely random hobo lady talked reeeally loudly to me saying, “OMG! YOU HAVE A VERY PRETTY SKIRT!!!! YOU’VE A VERY PRETTY SKIRT!” then go and tells mr b, “TELL YOUR GIRLF SHE HAS A VERY PRETTY SKIRT!!! TELL HER! TELL HER! SHE HAS A VERY PRETTY SKIRT!” totally random and freaked me out a little, so.. we just smiled, nervous laughter and said thank you. haha. so friggin awesome. reminds me of the taxi ride, weird drunk dude cornering me at lounge and more random people
you gotta love melbourne 
