you know, there's a reason I asked my mother to cosign for this apartment.
First off, she's my mother. I don't mind being legally bound to her if things fall apart, because thats how we've both lived for, oh, 18 years or so.
Second, I never wanted to ask my dad. I never like asking things of him, because I feel guilty everytime I do.
third:
I never wanted to ask gord, because he is the last person I would ever want to be legally bound to.
Because he's a douche bag.
I mean, I have a hard time at work, because I have to deal with Idiocy on such an extreme level, it's hard to believe it's over Gas, or Chips, or Water.
It's unbelievable.
And somehow, no one in this house, ESPECIALLY Gord, seems to understand why watching Discovery Channel, or reading up on random things I find online, its a relief. No one understands why I don't drink. Why? Is it really that hard to think that maybe I've dealt with enough stupidity today that I'm trying to eliminate what could potentially show up later on?
I mean, I get home, I want to watch Daily show, colbert report, Mythbusters, anything on discovery, because its a little more intelligent than fuckin... Baseball.
Why is that so hard?

So why is it so hard for this man to understand that it doesn't matter what time we leave in the day, we're going to hit traffic when we get there? Why doesn't he get it. Why.
i'm asking way too many questions in the blog lately. But it's getting so frustrating.
I never wanted this man to cosign for this lease, but my mother didn't have time to take me to oakville. she never has time for me. so i had to take him. and now I have to listen to him.
I shouldn't have to listen to a retard. retards don't know any better. they have no sense.
I'm so pissed off right now.
there's no reason for any of this, it's being made much more complicated than it needs to be, and he's trying to shove down my throat that this is how things are done.
ITS NOT.
It SHOULDNT be.

just... abduct me from this effing planet. please.