I never have been one to crave money or material things. Sure there's a thing or two that would be nice to have, that I might even want, but I've never felt a "need" for them.

I very much need to be more financially stable right now. I have more than enough money to just get by on, barring more run-ins with the law, considering that I pay 3 bills a month, one of which is a $4.95 subscription to ESPN Insider and Magazine. But I cannot stand living at home. My brother is driving me much less crazy, but still is. I think that the only time this house ever gets cleaned is when it is done by yours-truly, which I did today.

Today I vaccuumed the entire house, and as per usual I guilt my dad in to cleaning the kitchen (a room that I rarely ever use, considering that I eat most of my meals at the restaurant that I work at) after I have cleaned the house. I scrubbed my brother and my bathroom, I even mopped. I cleaned my room and vaccuumed it. Which is why I was so surprised to see the light on in my room when I came home, and when I opened the door it was like a disaster zone. Obviously the doings of litte miss adorable Dixie.

So why am I mad at my family that my puppy tore up my room? It is a very well established fact that Dixie is not allowed to run freely about my room unless I am home. Most of the time when I am gone she is locked up in her kennel (in my room), and sometimes, increasingly as she has gotten older, she is allowed to run about the house with the other dogs. With my door shut.

I can tell you are still confused, she is my puppy, why isn't she allowed in my room? Well, I have been in a moving around and cleaning process for about a month now. Which means that a lot of stuff is on the floor or in puppy's reach of the floor. She doesn't tear anything up when I am here, so she is allowed in during such times. From the way things are strewn about, it looks almost as if she was put in there with the door closed. Aside from the fact that I had just cleaned, I don't even really care about the mess. She chewed on a couple of books (Freud and Confucius), knocked my hamper over and created general hoopla. She also chewed open a bottle of lotion, which would explain the vomit.

Now we are getting to the key issue. Precisely what I didn't want her to do - get into things that will make her sick. Thank my lucky stars that there was no leftover Easter candy or chocolate lying about. This post would be from a completely different emotion. I found a chewed up box of staples. STAPLES! I don't imagine that those do to well for the canine digestive system.

My point here is that all of these things that happened (or were close to happening, such as the staples) are things that I specifically tried to prevent. I foresaw this happening if she were to be allowed in my room alone, and not only did I not leave her like that, but I also told my father very seriously that she is just not allowed. Matthew said that she was out and about when he got home, so it was clearly my father's doing.

I'm ready to be out of a house in which my property and my wishes are not respected. I am very glad and thankful that I came home to stuff torn up rather than a puppy who died of lotion and staple overdose. But I am really fucking ready to be out of here.