La musique: rocketman-Elton John.

I don't really have anything to say. *insert ten minutes of staring at blank screen*
I came downstairs today and my Mom was crying. Worrying over money. She doesn't get child support, and things are running thin. So I guess I'm going to either move out or start paying rent sometime soon. I've been thinking moving out might be a cool option, but I've yet to work out the schematics. I miss school and am planning on going back, so staying home might be best. I also plan on sueing the fuck out of my deadbeat fuckup Dad to get him to pay a portion of my tuition. But's that an entirely different rant that is going to get me in a mood unsuitable for work. Fuck I hate that he does that to me. BAH!