one of the common people

rent a flat above a shop
cut your hair and get a job...

(by pulp, heard it on the way to work
a very retro sound)

tired of being the nag. tired of kids living like squatters in my house (does this give you an idea of what their rooms must look like?) tired of getting angry everytime I am forced to cross the threshold of their small and squalid domains. not to mention regular chores that are continually neglected until I am forced to breath fire. it's no way to live. gah.

irritated with the barnacles tonight, so I won't cook for them. they can have weiners or dry lentils or whatever. I am going to have some soup, then head to the gym where I can plug some earphones in and forget about how messy my house is for a while. float in the hot tub. swim some laps. come home and have some wine. then some more...

it's a life.