It’s been a few days since I wrote a post, mostly because I had nothing to write about, but also because my interest in sitting at my computer is starting to wane. Today I have something to write, or more accurately rant, about.

I’m seriously sick to death of my current living situation. I live with my parents, who are pretty much unbearable. I don’t even know where to start with my frustrations, but I do know that I can’t live here much longer without going postal, and ending up like Sef Gonzales. I cannot sit down to watch television without being questioned when the show I am going to watch will be over so that my mother can watch some pile of crap women’s show like Judging Amy, or even worse - the worst two sports in the world - Netball or Tennis. I can’t listen to my music without hearing some whining that its too angry, and to turn it down. I can’t even have any of my stuff anywhere else but my bedroom. It’s like I’m not entitled to the same rights as them.

This rant sounds really petty upon reading it back, but I am so used to living on my own, that I am extremely frustrated with having to sacrifice not only some, but pretty much all of the freedoms I had.

I was invited to move in with a mate of mine in Brisbane on the weekend, and with each passing day it is seeming like more of a good idea. Never mind the fact that in Brisbane I might actually find a job.