Domestic Trapped in the Body of a Libber

I am so very bored with life at the moment. You'd think I would have enjoyed being unemployed for the past 10 months. But being without a job has just about driven me mad! Don't get me wrong, I have mad domestic skills. I can cook, and not just grits and eggs. I can make a risotto that would make any Italian slap his momma. And cakes and candies are my specialty. But that's not all, I can sew just about anything with a machine or without. I have a green thumb, and I have a vast knowledge of which cleaner to use on what stains. And if that wasn't enough to keep me busy I could always surf the net on the computer I built by myself. Or create a cartoon in 3DS max. And for the first time since I learned the stained glass craft, I even had a place to set up my glass grinder and work bench out of reach from Angelbaby. Sounds like the good life right? So why couldn't I enjoy myself? Because no self respecting libber can live on someone else's dollar. Sure I had my savings and for six months my "pennies" added up to nearly 1,000 bucks a month but it just wasn't the same as having a job or being independently wealthy. I wish I didn't feel that way. I'd love to be one of those girls that just takes and takes never caring where it comes from. My mom never told me who I should be but watching her from an early age I learned that you make your own money, spend it how you want and anybody that doesn't like it can get the fuck... I can't lie though, my daddy did spoil me rotten. Maybe that's why I'm so conflicted. Yea, that's it! It must be my parents fault!