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My life right now is pretty pathetic. Not only do I live with my freaking mom at the age of twenty four, but I don’t even have my own freaking room. This was supposed to be a temporary fix while Mr. Caleb Lin and Makoto Tachibana “got a job” and then we were all planning on finding a place together (which we decided a week after moving out of mike’s place, living at home and realizing that we couldn’t stay at home forever) but no. Keep in mind that I was only supposed to live here for two weeks. Now, two months have gone by. Still them no job. Still me at home. Their lives unfortunately are probably more pathetic than mine. At least I have a job…

So I find myself, now, instead of living the life of the bachelor (you know, picking up girls and going to strip clubs) in the company of my mom, my sister, and my dog Poppy. My only real friend here is my dog Poppy, who is BY FAR THE BEST DOG IN THE WORLD. I am going to get a bumper sticker that will read “my dog kicks your dog’s ASS” (Just in case someone obtuse enough reads my blog post, that comment about picking up girls and going to strip clubs was supposed to be taken with SARCASM).

It’s not that this is bad…per say. But I am twenty-four years old going on to twenty-five. I know that the other option of living as a bachelor and constantly having a (who are we kidding about the girls and strip clubs) major SAUSAGE FEST every day is not necessarily appealing. However, I will take the sausage fest over sleeping in the living room anyday! At least then Thomas will be over more often! For goodness sakes, my freaking computer is set up on top of the dining table. HOW SAD IS THAT? WHILE I AM EATING I CAN CHAT WITH YOU ON AIM. Which is the source of many hateful glares from my mother who so lovingly poured her heart and soul into making me more fat. Thanks mother. The extra ten pounds have made me look that much more delicious, and lately my boobs are really starting to fill in. Soon, I may have to wear a bra (like the guy in fight club).

My apartment, which ALSO was supposed to be temporary because we were starting the business nearby and my mom wanted a place close where she could sleep, is so tiny that I think I can skip across the whole place in three strides. We only have one bathroom, our kitchen is tiny, and there’s always freaking flowers everywhere cause my sister’s stupid boyfriend can’t seem to HELP HIMSELF and has to buy her a plethora of flowers every single week! Look guys. I like flowers as much as the next person, and I will also buy tons of flowers for my future girlfriend…but when you’re single, YOU DON’T LIKE TO BE CONSTANTLY REMINDED OF IT. Thanks Esther’s boyfriend. You are a douche. In the most loving way possible. But you better propose to my sister soon or else I may have to kill you.

Oh, but it gets better! My mom watches korean dramas EVERY SINGLE DAY. And because my COMPUTER is conveniently in the living room, I am BOMBARDED with the WORST NOISES IMAGINEABLE. Whoever invented korean drama’s deserves to get shot. There is NO VARIETY WHATSOEVER. It’s nonstop death, crying, yelling, screaming, fighting…and every once in a while, they try to change it up a little bit with MORE DEATH, CRYING YELLING SCREAMING AND FIGHTING!

Finally, on top of everything else, my mom wakes me up every single morning at 5 freaking AM, because she comes into the living room which is pretty much the only option for getting anything productive done. On one particular occassion, my mom thought it would be a good idea to turn on the tv and watch korean drama’s at 3 AM while I was sleeping, and then without even staying to watch, LEFT to my sister’s room with the korean drama blasting super loud. This was her attempt to suggest subtely that I should move to her bedroom and sleep there cause she has to watch her korean drama.

Damn. Living here has made me quite a bitter man.

Ugh.

But then…

Every morning at about 5 AM, while half asleep and half awake, I’m in the living room trying my best to sleep. And I see my mom at the dining table and she sits there by herself every morning, praying…and praying…and praying. And I know mostly praying for me. And I know mostly praying for us. And I know mostly praying for our family.

And I think to myself.

Damn. It’s good to be home.

“Pray without ceasing.” 1 Thessalonians 5:17