Conversation from this morning:

Mom: So have you talked to John [your cousin's fiancee who works Marketing for EA] about a job yet?
Me: Nope. It's just not what I want to do.
Mom: So what DO you want to do?
Me: You've known this for five years, I want to write. I'm looking for magazine jobs.
Mom: Pssh. You'll starve to death.

That's it. I'm fucking out of here. Come June 30th or so, I'm staying with family in San Francisco. Sane family. I'm fucking gone.