Oh my God dudes, I love being an unemployed, living-at-home mega-ugly-losertron!
Today I got up and my dad made me this, like, BUCKET of coffee. Then I sat outside on the steps drinking it, watching the sun and the ocean and playing with my cat, Fatnorange. Then I went upstairs and sat in the huge bay window of my room, overlooking the harbour, and read comic books and listened to music for the rest of the morning.
My mum and I had lunch in a little tapas bar in a village a few miles away, and then I went for a three hour walk around the coastal footpaths, and then I bought some blueberries at the local farmers co-op, and then I came back home.
My brothers got back about half an hour ago and they have given me this
as a welcome home present. My dad has lit the pot-bellied stove in the playroom and I'm sitting in front of it wearing my t-shirt and writing this and eating my blueberries.
Fatnorange is trying to get me to play with him now, so I have to go, but dudes, seriously, I don't even know why I stayed at the House of Gas for so long. Man I am a spoontard!