Kicked out

Dear Characters,

I have an axe to grind with the Church('s) of God. Merrily I'm set up in the residence of nice people who enjoy my company. I decide I would go ahead and join them in church this past Sunday as I wouldn't have anything else to do. This is a Catholic church, which the sermon was boring, equivalent to watching shit stiffen. Now there must be a better way to pass the time, I whip out my itouch and start listening to Marilyn Manson. I even bob my head to it a little bit with the sound of the music going into my left ear, my right ear untouched. I poke my friends I sit next to and chat with them quietly and start writing notes on the reasons why I don't like Church.

Of course, the land lady didn't approve thirty minutes later when she noticed my behavior and promptly kicked me out. Forget the fact she called me an "angel" or "sent from God!". She had to get another lady to help her tell me her complaints, which I was not against moving out if she wanted me too. I just didn't like her bringing up things that don't matter in term of removing me from the household. "YOU WANTED TO DRINK IN MY HOME!" She shouted, Natalie: "Mom, Ed didn't want to do that..."

She was putting out any reason bull shit or not just to get rid of me for fucking around in Church. Never mind Christ is about compassion and forgiveness. Was I being a dick in Church? Yes, but I wasn't being a big dick, she didn't even know what I was doing, she just saw the ipod and that set her off.

I don't need to be living with a sensitive land lady anyway. You can keep the rest of the gas I bought because you didn't have the money to pay for it. I have shit luck with anyone I live with apparently.

Now I moved in with my grandmother, which isn't so bad. I just want to be independent and I can be just that as soon as I get a job here. As soon as I get a job I can be independent, no joke. There are a couple of room mates that are waiting on that one requirement and I'm all set.

In other news... my grand mother found a couple of hickeys on my neck. The chick I was kissing didn't mean to leave them there. Excitement goes a long way. My grandmother took it well, she wanted all of the details, what a profusely curious lady she is. The subject would not change until I was dropped off at the Avenue. What a merry conversation, too bad the make up I applied to hide it didn't work. I'm a bad liar anyway.

Sincerely,

The Character