I can seriously here my sister's breathing from here, and I'm in the next room. The woman has a serious problem there. I do get tempted to grab her nose and force her to breath through her damn mouth, but she's far too sensitive and may take offence.

So I am snug and safe back at home with mummy and daddy. And sister. And nephew. And Boofer (the dog). Like I said, there are going to be issues with my sister's unique inability to breath through her mouth and it interrupting my sleeping patterns but I guess if that's the biggest issue in my life, I have it pretty good. Lack of sleep is a small price to pay for a home cooked meal and coming home to people to talk to every night. When I moved out, I honestly thought I would love it more. I'm a loner in all aspects. My sister is my only friend (which probably explains why I refrain from causing her bodily harm when I can't hear the TV over her breathing) and the only reason I go onto Facebook is to play Bejeweled. I don't go about 'Liking' things and posting inane photos of myself or what I'm eating at the time. I have never been and will never be outgoing or the life of the party. My point is, I thought living by myself again would be great - eating what I want, maybe starting to cook some meals and just ... well, hanging out. Instead I just got lonelier. I won't go into how it was a big mistake moving into a bloody shared accommodation (see tangent re: being a loner, above) but I would dawdle at work every night because there was no one to go home to of a night.

My mum has said I don't have to start paying them rent for another couple of weeks and do you know what that means? I'LL BE RICH! Well, I'll have been paid and I can keep the whole bloody lot of it!. Serious shopping is needed next week, especially in the underwear department so Target, here I come! Yes, sorta bogan but what are ya gonna do?

Stay tuned for the next installment to find out if my sister (or I) lives through the night ...

11:15 p.m. - 2012-09-08