the beginning of the end?

so i came home at 3am last night after working in the city. i neglected to call home and let my parents know that i would be late. was it a stupid thing to do? maybe. but i'm sick of having to check in all the time. and i was probably too tipsy to call home and sound normal.

the result has been an angry voice mail from my mom that i recieved at 2:25 in the morning, and a completely silent house all day. i think both parentals are pissed. and for some strange reason, i really don't care.

i'm starting to figure out some plans for what i'm doing for the next few months, and if everything works out, i'll be finally getting the hell out of my house. so maybe all of this drama is the beginning of the end.

it's just a matter of what happens first: my parents kicking me out, or me leaving on my own.

in other news, the final night of the show is tonight and there's plenty of festivities to be attending. if i manage to make it out of the house without speaking to anyone, there will be a note on the refrigerator informing them that I'll be home sometime tomorrow.

it feels good to be rebellious sometimes. i'm letting my inner 16-year old do the stuff i never had the guts to actually do when i was 16.

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