another coffee, please

the nine to five. or eight to six. sometimes twenty-four by seven…

Getting Out Of Here

I’m 23, and I live at home with my parents.  It’s not quite as embarrassing to admit as it would have been, say, a decade ago.  It’s so expensive to move out, for one thing; my parent’s place is gigantic (room for more!); I don’t have to clean up after myself (yes, Mum, I’ll clean [...]

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