trying to find drug-free sober housing in a college town. i just wanna have a tantrum on the floor until someone else does it for me.. and why didn't that @#$! call me back???
I don't know whats going on, but just keep looking. There has to be one for the college guys and gals that don't want to drink and do drugs anymore.
the clock is ticking and the person that knows exactly where and who i can't live with didn't call me back! it's like they want me to fail... i think they get more money if i fail..
it's like waking up in a wet paper bag and thinking to yourself, " what the ...? how'd i get in here?" then you realize your hands are made out of maple and brown sugar oatmeal and you can't tear through the bag and you are really hungry and keep eating your hands too...
i've looked into that before... but i don't know if anyone will have me. to make it worse.. there are TWO beer breweries in this town...