I've done a good deed, and I feel better about myself now.

There is a kid (he's younger than me by at least 2 years, this makes him a "kid") living on my couch named Anthony, nic-named "Vagrant", who has been here for several months now.

I had told him at the begining of the month that he had 4 weeks to find a job and become a roomate, or to find some place else to crash until we got our shit together, because I couldn't afford him anymore. It seemed like a fair deal at the time. A month to find a job, or another couch.

Well, it turns out that absolutly no one is hiring within walking distance of my house, AND Anthony doesn't have anyone else that is willing to take him in. No parents, no friends.. Nobody.

So, I told him to move into the bedroom, keep looking for a job, and clean something. "That's going to be your rent until you get money. You're a house-bitch"

I like the moody bastard, and I couldn't put someone out on the street when I myself am living on borrowed time.

I feel like I just put some more quarters in my kharmatic parking meter.

Oh, and I am TOTALY fucking sleep deprived, as usual. Go me.