boycotting rent checks.

i despise the 1st of the month. every.single.passing.month.

i don't care if it's rent or a mortgage payment, filling in the box left open for a staggering amount of money to be immediately swept out of my bank account 12 times every year just plain sucks. same with energy bills. same with cable bills. same with pretty much everything i have to spend money on that i just don't want to spend money on.

i hadn't thought about the luxury that is living on your parent's payroll until recently when my mom asked me if i remembered how much my rent was for the house i lived in during college.

yes, mom. i remember.

$266.66 for this piece of real estate.

TWO HUNDRED and 66 dollars and 66 cents.

that's a dinner tab on a fun night.

why can't i still live here?? oh right. because that would be defying the laws of reality associated with adulthood. whatever adulthood really means.