Wow. I hadn't realized it's been four months since my last update. Hooooooly fuck.

A lot has happened to me in four months.
Joyce went crazy and tried to kill us, so we moved in with Layla and Pap.
Layla dumped Pap for a 17 year old and told us to get out, so we came back to Jack's mom's.
I started working at Wendy's in Uniontown; Joyce started working at a job for like, four hours and then quit.
Mikora disappeared and still hasn't come back. I think he's dead. Jiminey had MORE babies, which I'm sad to say I didn't manage to get any pictures of.
I still can't drive. Still.
Joyce put the house up for sale. She bitches when the realtor books people to come see the house because she takes Rocky and Buck in her car with her, and she doesn't know "how much more they can take of all that stress." Fucking hypocrite.
She has also had pink eye, mites, athlete's foot, herpes, chlamydia, AIDS, the pear, Mr.T and babies in the past four months.

I wanted to go back to sleep whenever I got up for my emergency pee, but I saw that the computer was on, so I hovered over to it. Now it's almost 10:30, and I need to be getting Moam up. We spent our last $6 on gas, and we're down to probably about 3/4 of a pack of cigarettes to last us until... Monday? We're fuuuuucked.