motherfuckers, i need a place to stay. i'm reaching the point where i can't hold my tongue anymore about how my mom runs this house. in the past day, she has said the following things:

- Bruce (my dad), i wish you woulda stayed in the hospital (he just got released after having a foot condition that ate away part of his foot due to cancer)

- Sam, all you do is bitch and whine about things and you make life really hard for me (my sister is on 7 different asthma/allergenic medicines and can't really breathe fully)

- Matt, you always give me a struggle and make me want to move out (while my dad has been in the hospital i've given my free time to doing the things that he did that my mom cannot)

in simple, she's just a cranky old bitch who thinks that everyone is a pain in her ass while nobody has a problem with anyone but her. My conclusion here, at first, was to confront her about it. failed miserably. i just got told off and threatened to not give me money or something, i dunno, i work for my money.

so, it has come to me that i should move out. although this is not hte best solution, i do not deserve to be this happy in my own house when the rest of hte world gives me enough stress as it is. if anyone knows some good squat spots or somethign that i can take my shit to and set up that would be amazing.

on a side note, keep me updated about the potentially new staten island house. i'm totally stoked to see that baby come to life. also, school ends for me may 22nd, from then on i can attend the weeklies i think.

thanks a bunch, comrades.