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Ryans sleeping, I'm eating long john silvers left overs, and today is the day I try for my permit again. -mumble- I seriously don't think I was ever meant to drive. A weak and easily scared girl as I am, I freak out at the sound of horns honking at me.
Yeah, horns never have bothered me.
It's only because people would honk at the person who's driving.
Not me.
Now they're going to start honking at me.
-sigh- Ugh, pressure just sucks. Why can't the entire world be as nice as chimps with bananas?
Ah, now I recall why! People are not happy banana loving chimps. They are dogs who eat one another for breakfast, lunch and dinner. (Maybe even a snack many and short between meals.)
I've been offered another job. This time in weekend catering.
But do I really wanna work in the food industry even more? Do I want to give up the other days I have off from Taco Hell to serve more of the half stupid, half smart masses? ..
No. I think not. I've got my eyes on Home depot, thank you.
I'd much rather be gardening or painting than spooning out someones macaroni and cheese dinner.
Yet Dave and Lisa are really, really presurring me to take the job.
Not because they care, but because they care for their personal bills.
Now listen, Utilities, Cable, Gas, Cars, Insurance, Groceries or whatever have you.. I can handle. I'll fork over money for that. But when I know that money is going somewhere else besides the benefit for the house, I do not want to give it up.
I don't want to support Lisa's attempts to keep her 23 year left boob sucking son from going to jail. That's his fault, he shouldn't be quitting his jobs left and right and relying on mommy for help. And if I don't believe she should be supporting him, I'm not handing over the money to help her for it.
Groceries? Take me with you.
Pay bills? I'll write a check.
Gas money? Let me whip out my debit card!
Pay court fees? Kiss my jolly ass.
I also don't want to support Daves 2 major hobbies.
His harley bike for one, and his gambling/smoking/pop addiction for another. Nice guy that he is, I still don't want my sweaty steamy taco hours going to waste on something besides for the good of me and the house.
God I hate money. I feel like a miser with such crap.
How can there be so much in the world and yet barely any have enough to survive?
Yeah, horns never have bothered me.
It's only because people would honk at the person who's driving.
Not me.
Now they're going to start honking at me.
-sigh- Ugh, pressure just sucks. Why can't the entire world be as nice as chimps with bananas?
Ah, now I recall why! People are not happy banana loving chimps. They are dogs who eat one another for breakfast, lunch and dinner. (Maybe even a snack many and short between meals.)
I've been offered another job. This time in weekend catering.
But do I really wanna work in the food industry even more? Do I want to give up the other days I have off from Taco Hell to serve more of the half stupid, half smart masses? ..
No. I think not. I've got my eyes on Home depot, thank you.
I'd much rather be gardening or painting than spooning out someones macaroni and cheese dinner.
Yet Dave and Lisa are really, really presurring me to take the job.
Not because they care, but because they care for their personal bills.
Now listen, Utilities, Cable, Gas, Cars, Insurance, Groceries or whatever have you.. I can handle. I'll fork over money for that. But when I know that money is going somewhere else besides the benefit for the house, I do not want to give it up.
I don't want to support Lisa's attempts to keep her 23 year left boob sucking son from going to jail. That's his fault, he shouldn't be quitting his jobs left and right and relying on mommy for help. And if I don't believe she should be supporting him, I'm not handing over the money to help her for it.
Groceries? Take me with you.
Pay bills? I'll write a check.
Gas money? Let me whip out my debit card!
Pay court fees? Kiss my jolly ass.
I also don't want to support Daves 2 major hobbies.
His harley bike for one, and his gambling/smoking/pop addiction for another. Nice guy that he is, I still don't want my sweaty steamy taco hours going to waste on something besides for the good of me and the house.
God I hate money. I feel like a miser with such crap.
How can there be so much in the world and yet barely any have enough to survive?