I imagine that once I am on my own, I will be able to fashion my life in a manner which pleases me above all. I won't have restrictions placed upon my by those parental units, whose rules are so plenty that I am forever in a state of suffocation and constantly seeking permission to just be.
It blows.
All I want is to leave the house at three in the morn to get a veggie burger. Is that so heinous a crime?
