Big brother can eat a bag of dicks.

Tomorrow I move to a transitional home for youths (16-30).

Transitional home doubles as a local community center with a gym and a pool.

Mandatory daily programming, unless you're busy, which I will not be.

I can stay there for up to a year for a few dollars.

Private room. Shared kitchen. Shared washroom (with one other person).

Plenty of hangout spots on each floor.

Pretty sure everyone's a smoker. No snobbish pricks to be found here.

Potentially volunteering opportunities with young kids.

Potentially relationship opportunities with teens.

Think I might skip on driving lessons and take a motorcycle course instead.

Maybe I'll pick up my 3rd degree over the summer. Or teach, at least.

Tone up.

This year... sucked dicks. Next year... is gonna be absolutely baller.

And each following year will be progressively better until eventually the Sun Shine.

If it do.

Or if it don't.

God love her either way.

Everyone else on that side of the family... can go ahead and kiss my obnoxiously sexy pedophile ass.

About time for some good old fashioned poetic justice.

Life starts now my homies.

~ WOOF WOOF