It's a good Bon Jovi song and says a lot about what I'm feeling right now and what I'm dealing with.

As you may or may not know, I have an overbearing mother who thinks the world revolves around her and everyone should drop what they're doing at her beck and call. I'm not being over dramatic, but honest with this statement. I'm in the process of moving to Pennsylvania and finding a job (and I have a few leads that I'm following up on) which is taking up most of my time. I also have a lot going on at work that I'm trying to accomplish so that hopefully people won't freak when I'm gone and someone can come in and pick up where I left off (which will be kinda funny to see). Tomorrow I'm getting furniture for my room in the house I'm moving into which is going to be fun! The reason why I bring this up is because she called ranting and raving at me while I'm at work all because I wasn't going to be at the parents tomorrow or Wednesday to help her out around the house. As she put it, I'm putting my friends and life ahead of my family. I told her as calm as I could, I would apreciate if she would just let me know when she needs me more then three hours ahead of time so I can see if I can work things out, and not have to drop everything at the last second which I'm finally putting my foot down and telling her I can't I have plans.

Now for the other part. I'm not happy with what my boyfriend did the other night to me. He had a friend that he works with who came over and ended up staying the night (the friend got to shit faced to drive home). This wouldn't bother me with the exception of the fact the boyfriend hid our relationship from him and I had to sleep in another room because the boyfriend didn't what his friend to find out he was gay and in a relationship because he could loose his job (he works in a secular position in Philly for the Archdioceses there). The boyfriend knows that I don't like to hide who I am and the like especially my relationships. So that night hurt worse than anything because while the friend knew I was gay, he only knew that I was a gay roommate that lived with the boyfriend. So I'm still trying to be nice about the whole thing because I do understand where he is coming from (he has a morality clause in his contract), it just kinda made me think of what it would be like in the future and how often I would go from being a boyfriend to a gay roommate.

In other news I'm going furniture shopping tomorrow!!! Yay me

Well, I'm wrapping things up at work and heading to Philly tonight.

Take care all and K.B.O (that's what I'm doing)

Eric