Ah, summer!

So I've been home for less than a week now and things decent so far. I'm working again, though only 20hrs a week for the first month or so, which is fucking brutal on my bank account. I'm so broke. Okay, truthfully I've been broke for the past few months. I've taken to selling most of my shit on ebay & other places like that. It's not a bad gig with the exception of the fact that a ton of people on these damned sites feel like they can treat you like crap thanks to the anonymity of the internet. What's worse is that I'm so desperate for money I have to just deal with it. So, kids, learn from my mistakes: don't develop shopping addictions and don't have credit cards that fuel the addiction. This all started with a pair of True Religion jeans, I'll have you know. At least I still wear the fuckers, which is actually sad since I don't even like True Religion anymore. Does anyone?

Anyway, I'm back to living at home. I do love being here, but sometimes my mom forgets I'm 25. She also forgets that I have a pretty decent memory because she feels the need to remind me constantly of things I'm supposed to do. I guess she's allowed to do that since she is my mother and I am living here for free. Her nagging is my rent. I endure it and it alone is a hardship equal to rent. What does Anthony get in exchange for tolerating my nagging? Heh...