Aug 01, 2008 14:43
I hate money. I hate the fact that we NEED it to live. Whatever happened to trading and bartering huh? Like..I take care of your plants and animals and garden and I live in the guest house? I wish! But nooOOooo. We need money. And money is only paper. Paper can burn and disolve and tear! You can't tear and barter can you? No.
Currently I am freaking out because a) My work will NOT pay me, and I'm scared to ask as you know..they're the mafia. 2) I currently owe rent upon which I cannot pay. 3) I will now owe my bank rough 300-ish dollars because I did not have the money to pay for both my car AND credit payment. But they will take the money any way (because its direct deposit) and I will need to owe 300-ish dollars.
At least I know when I get payed by work (probably next week -__-) that I can pay the majority of it off no problem. So there is THAT good little thing. And if I can find a roomate by next week then I will only owe HALF of my rent (which, to be fair, is really really cheap any ways. By southern california standards. Most people the on the east coast pay for a two bedroom apartment what I pay for a 500 ft. square cottage. Literally square). So there I go!
My life at the moment, sucks. But I will preserver! I will live on some how! And maybe, MAYBE if I'm lucky, will manage to stay in my cottage. God, I really really hate money. But its okay! I'm going to get a new job! Well...a third one! Yaaaaay! Hahaha, and if worse comes to absolute worse, I have a place to throw my stuff in, and at least a few people that will take me into their homes with no 'if' 'and's' or 'buts'. So! At least there is that.
BUT I DON'T WANT TO MOOOOOOVVEEEEE! I like my little cottage with lots of trees and land! I LIKE that my neighbor next door has a goat and every one else on my little dirt road owns horses that I can pet when I go for walks. Waaaa!!!!! And I LIKE my landlady who is super nice and understanding and occassionally invites me to drink with her 0___o. So I am determind to do it! Grrr!
Ahh I needed that. Ranting makes me feel a bit better. And you know, in retrospect, this is NOTHING to what happened to me last year around this time. Last year was like....sooooo sooooo horrible that I'm surprised I HAD managed to survive...and come out on top!!! So if I can do that, I can do this! Which is not as bad. Yeah.