I have no idea what I'm doing

My nephew's over again, and he is quite easily my least favourite person ever. I asked him to help me do the top cabinets in the kitchen today, and after spilling pasta everywhere and throwing a box of alufoil at me so I cut my hand, he just fucked off and wouldn't come back.

He also refused to vacuum when I asked him to, and left pizza ground into the coffee table, and cracker crumbs everywhere. And cheese. And random trash and all his dishes. So I asked him if he knows what the dish washer is for. And what the bin is for. And my mum's response was to tell me not to be rude. If I'd done any of this shit when I was his age, I'd have been smacked so fucking hard. His mum brings him over here because she can't control him, and my mum doesn't bother to try when he's over here. This little bastard needs to be thrown into boot camp or something, before I dropkick him through a goddamned window.

Well, I was going to get some writing done today, until the router got unplugged and we got kicked out of anywhere that isn't the bedroom. Again. This is the third day in a row.

I understand he has to work from home. The roads are terrifying right now. I don't understand why he can't treat us like adults.

He didn't even tell us when he was done an hour ago, and never bothered plugging the router in until a few minutes ago. We only found out he was done because he started banging around in the kitchen, pissed off that I hadn't made dinner yet. On top of that, he cleaned out the freezer of the last of the stuff that I can eat, leaving behind everything that I'm allergic to.

Robin Hood had words with him about this, and his response was that I should have got to it faster, because it's "first come, first serve" here. One, fuck him, and two, faster than what? The shopping was just done YESTERDAY.


And now there's no fuckin point in even making dinner right now, unless I feel like making it just for myself. Which I don't. So whatever. I'll just sit here and be hungry until he goes to bed, and then I'll find something I can actually eat. Woo, pasta again for me.

I am so cross right now it's not even funny. I spent the very last of my money on getting wifi on my computer, so I could move it back to somewhere more private. Mostly so I can work without hearing everyone buzzing around behind me, but also because I am a grown-ass man who does not need to deal with people tutting and scoffing every time someone's naked ass winds up on my dash.

Robin Hood moved his computer back to the spare room, rather than putting it out where mine was, because he is also a grown-ass man who likes to look at porn and have long Skype conversations with his friends, doing whatever the fuck it is they do. IDFK, that's his business.

His parents have decided that we are not allowed to do this. Not allowed. No, seriously, how do you tell someone that you would really just appreciate a bit of privacy so you can have a fucking wank? Basically, we now have to decide which of us gets to move back out to the middle of everyone's way, because the card table I set up back there to write has to go back out there to the garage as well. They don't want /anyone/ back there, apparently. This is a room whose only purpose is to hold the expensive exercise equipment which has not been used since it was purchased years ago.

Christ.

How about a real post? One where I don't witter on about Tumblr.

I'm incredibly unhappy living here, for a lot of reasons. A big part of it is the loss of autonomy and freedom. It's not that I'm not allowed to go anywhere, but more that there's nowhere to go. I saw Gatsby the other week, and have not been out of the house since. Going to Gatsby required waiting for a day when there was a car available, and then getting someone to give me a ride to the cinema, and then coming to pick me up. There's no sidewalk on this road, and it can be a really busy road sometimes. This makes my choices either walk in the road and try not to get run over, or walk in the ditch, which is uneven and unpleasant for anyone. With a crutch, it's downright difficult.

Not that I was really going all over the place in Vegas, but I had that option. We lived about block away from a mall, three strip malls, Target, a few pubs, a comic shop, two supermarkets, and the main library branch. Not to mention right on three bus routes. Between them, buses ran every ten minutes. Now, buses in Vegas suck, but they're practically non-existent here. There's one route way up the road that runs once an hour. Only in one direction. The other 'closest' routes are all a mile away.

I've applied to so many jobs that the more I apply, the more I just want to give up, because I've not had a single one of them call back. So I don't even have the means to get out of here. I've had this problem for years already, because no-one wants to hire a guy who can't stand up for more than ten minutes at a time without back pain.

I've also gained so much weight living here it's ridiculous. None of my trousers fit anymore. All my shirts are starting to get really tight as well. Because I'm not going to the comic shop every Friday. I'm not going to the library every other week and dragging home a bunch of text books. I'm not doing circuits around the mall to go see what new shirts Hot Topic has. Robin Hood's gained a lot of weight as well. I've always been bigger than he is, and now he's started to wear my shirts because his don't fit anymore. When I was in high school, we used to walk to the cinema every weekend and catch the late showing of whatever was playing. We didn't even care. We saw the third Matrix about five times. The cinema is four miles away. I don't think I'll ever be able to manage that again, without some new knees, but I do need to get on the Stephen Fry weight loss programme. I've got plenty of audiobooks for it, and it's the time of year where the sun's up for about 16 hours, so there's plenty of daylight for it. I think I'm actually gonna try to start today, and just take a brolly with because if I wait for the weather, I'll never get out.


I'll need to find more audiobooks if I plan on doing this seriously.