Malls (Work + Stuff + Yummy Food + Annoying People) = Living at Dad's (more annoyance)

Yeah, yeah, yeah... So I'm 28 and live with my dad.

At least I look 18!!! Okay, so I look more like 22-24, but whatever. I still look young for my age and you probably don't.

So when we're 40 you'll be causing more wrinkles frowning and worrying how you have wrinkles, and I'll be smiling and batting my eyes cause my face is wrinkle free and I have no grey hairs thanks to L'Oreal Feria 65/66 or whatever other color I get by mistake because I can't remember which box of red hair dye I got three months ago, especially when they keep changing the model on the front of the box. Whew, that was a run-on sentence that probably broke some grammar rules. (P.S. - I'm a bit worried that Blogger spell check doesn't know what the word "sentence" is. I looked it up, it's spelled right).

But I digress... I need to go back and explain why I live with my dad at 28 and that I'm not one of those people who just stayed all this time for no good reason and intend to stay until they're 40 and finally get kicked out because that's just getting creepy at that point unless you're foreign cause they keep their families together until you get married off into another family's household.

Basically, my last roommate (we'll call her Hot Dog because that's her nickname. I'll explain another day, promise.) and I both lost our jobs around the same time and couldn't guarantee that we could make rent. So she moved in with her boyfriend (now fiance) and I had nowhere left to go but my dad's house until I pay down all my credit cards that I racked up while working in the mall.

Note to self: never work in a mall again. It's horrible, and you are addicted to shopping. The only thing other than Stuff to buy at a mall, is Yummy Food. You are addicted to yummy things. Reading to avoid Stuff & Yummy Food will only result in coworkers asking "what are you reading?" and then trying to talk to you a bunch despite the fact that you are obviously trying to read and not talk to them. Also, it is really annoying trying to explain a book that is so awesome it cannot be summed up in a normal genre like the kind of boring books they read can. Also, Mall-customers can spot a Mall-Employee from a mile away and will ask you for the time, or how to get to another location in the mall despite your best attempts to avoid them and look busy/unapproachable. You look very approachable. Shiny things are enticing. So are yummy things. Avoid malls at all costs.

So, until I've paid off my debt, expect to hear about some of the annoying things my dad does.

Like insist that we turn off the wireless internet router when it's not in use because the (radio?) waves are really bad for our brains, or something... (which just makes me think I should probably go make a foil hat to protect myself, right?)